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Ok, Monty, ekhm, Montai.
I am Scorch, the air mage. I worked for Dark Empire, I got angered by one of it's officers and betrayed it, now I seek revange upon Draven (he propably wants the same), but as you might have read from posts - we're locked in castle, currently. With a sword of unknown power, Iduran and Duilin.
Befriend you? You're a knight of Dark Empire, I guess. So I'll whack my way through your corpse, most likely, altrough it depends.
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Scorch looked at Iduran. "Come on, for lightning's sake... A powerful bunch of heroes using a rope made from bedding?"
He thinked for a while, looking through the window.
"The floor we're on seems a bit high. We don't have much time, I guess Draven returned. That actually means he most likely is making audience to his soldiers, which won't last too long, but will give us some time, at least... Hmm. You guys should try to make that rope, there also should be some clothes in wardrobe here... And I'll check the height."
He came to the open window, looked down once again, left the mysterious sword Draven searched for, grabbed staff with both arms for good balance and jumped.
"Remember to take the sword!"
As Scorch flied, he tried to direct himself as close as possible to the castle wall. He somehow succeeded - with remains of magical energy he generated a small field of wind which slowed his fall a bit. After some time of falling, he fell at the small beach area, plunging into the sand.
"Ouch."
"Wasn't bad, guys."
Standing up, with his legs hurting a lot, he realised the beach wasn't too big. And the sand wasn't perfectly dry. Any greater tidal wave could smash him against the castle wall, or take him into the sea and smash on the rocks.
"Silence!" - screamed Scorch in fury, and there was silence.
As the wind slowly stopped and the waves reduced in size, he crossed his legs, sat on the ground and began to meditate to renew some energy.
