Consil's+Aftermath

The world seemed to dissolve away... and darkness enveloped them. This wasn’t any normal darkness when one extinguishes a light, this was an advanced darkness. The black filled every part of where they were, every nook and cranny, anywhere that light could exist. This was the type of dark that sent a shiver down your spine and froze you to the ground you stood in fear. Interestingly enough, one could still see at least a few feet in front of them.

“What have you done?!” Arden said bewildered.

“Simple,” Consil replied calmly. “We’re time-locked.”

“I thought you had a teleport of sorts. That is how you returned to Fyriah, correct?”

“Indeed, you are correct. However, it was a one way trip I fear.”

Arden paced angrily. He wasn’t mad at Consilium for this was all he could do to save them. Arden was helpless. He had only just been released from his prison and his magic was failing him.

The wizard sighed. “Time-locked?”

“We’re frozen in time and because of the castle melting, I had to remove us from space. We are currently in the place where the Forum previously resided. To be completely honest, I have no idea where that may be...”

“So how do we get out?”

Consil let out a laugh. “We don’t. At least, not now anyways.”

Arden glared at the chronokeeper and soon resumed pacing. The walls were made of concrete or what appeared to be concrete. They seemed solid enough. There was a floor and a ceiling, just like any normal room, but there wasn’t a door.

“We simply need to find an spot to reappear. The problem is I haven’t any experience with that. As far as I can tell, this is a safe room: a room that is the default area in the event of a crisis like this.” Consil ran his hands over the wall nearest him. “Now there should be-”

//Click.//

“Excellent!”

A window in the wall opened up revealing a vertical and seemingly endless chute with a thin chord dangling within reach.

Arden waltzed over, intrigued by the window. “Where do you suppose this leads?” “I’m not certain it leads anywhere.” Consil replied gravely. He reached out and grabbed the cord. It was cool to the touch and felt slippery, like it was greased.

All of a sudden, the wall directly behind revealed a door and a tall and thin, but muscular figure strode into the room.

“Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?!” the man demanded. He reached to his right hip and a large bow seemed to appear out of thin air. He notched an arrow and took aim at the two confused men.

“My friend, this can be easily enough explained.” Arden replied cooly. “You see-”

“Enough!” the stranger interrupted.

Consil firmly gripped the cord and took a step forward. “Listen, we do not want any trouble. We are here completely by accident. There was a problem with the time traveling and-” Consil stopped mid sentence when he heard the release of tension on the bowstring and the arrow whizzing into human flesh. He, a master of time, should have been able to get out of the way before it reached him. A shock of searing pain shot through his body. It was coupled by howls of anguish.

Through his stinging tears, he saw the two others in crumpled heaps upon the floor. Arden was limp and clearly drained physically while the other man was lying in a pool of blood, an arrow protruding from his stomach. Arden must have used what little power he had left to deflect the arrow back at their attacker. //His reaction time must have been improved by the time traveling.//

“Why did I feel the pain... if I’m not injured?” Consil whispered. Within seconds, he fell to the floor, joining the men in exhaustion and pain. His body became limp and his muscles relaxed. The cord slipped out of his hand and sprung up into the shaft. Soon after, a little chute fell from the wall and a hot, soothing liquid poured out. It began filling the room, starting with a large bowl in the center and overflowing onto the floor. The three men were soon overcome by the liquid and they began to drown.