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PouchErebus woke up to his head spinning, he wobbled upward and positioned himself up from his bunk. He had no roommate, probably for the best.
His eye stung but everything was in tact, Erebus decided that he was plausibly going to be on the run the rest of his life anyways, so escaping now was of utmost importance. He abides his time carefully, letting the guards return to check on him and putting his ideas to mettle.
“Thought wrong pal.” He jests, as he locks his cell door behind him, the guard now stripped and left on the ground, with a concussion.
Erebus took off in a knightly regalia, and like a shadow in the night. Pressed onward to escape prison. It was normally a quite difficult endeavor but Erebus was an escape artist, refined by thievery. He made his way around this dungeon before, and now would be no different. Blending the hallways and hoping for some kind of translucency in the shade.
Erebus was critic he’d been beaten, He felt he could redeem that loss. Obviously, so his next ploy would be another rocketship into the cosmos, spurt of growth that would seem inhuman. He needed power. The days as an Ace Rogue were over.
Erebus was going to be S-rank, and ascend his mortal figure. No one could stop his hungry motivation. He was a mage now. Erebus reminded himself of his confidence as he set off into the unknown, weary of any intruders attempting to catch him up in his exit.
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24 hours have elapsed— Erebus escapes.
His eye stung but everything was in tact, Erebus decided that he was plausibly going to be on the run the rest of his life anyways, so escaping now was of utmost importance. He abides his time carefully, letting the guards return to check on him and putting his ideas to mettle.
“Thought wrong pal.” He jests, as he locks his cell door behind him, the guard now stripped and left on the ground, with a concussion.
Erebus took off in a knightly regalia, and like a shadow in the night. Pressed onward to escape prison. It was normally a quite difficult endeavor but Erebus was an escape artist, refined by thievery. He made his way around this dungeon before, and now would be no different. Blending the hallways and hoping for some kind of translucency in the shade.
Erebus was critic he’d been beaten, He felt he could redeem that loss. Obviously, so his next ploy would be another rocketship into the cosmos, spurt of growth that would seem inhuman. He needed power. The days as an Ace Rogue were over.
Erebus was going to be S-rank, and ascend his mortal figure. No one could stop his hungry motivation. He was a mage now. Erebus reminded himself of his confidence as he set off into the unknown, weary of any intruders attempting to catch him up in his exit.
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24 hours have elapsed— Erebus escapes.
