Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-4998588-20151004224052/@comment-5020502-20151015011145

Back at the Kingdom...

The Yiffer and Phobe traversed down the dungeon stairs. The stairs went down more than a hundred feet. It was better to crowd out the screams. The Yiffer was careful to avoid a certain part of the stairs, where a the blood of a certain prisoner was spilled. He heard that that same spot caused four prison guards to slip and break their necks. It was better to avoid it. When he finally reached the entrance of the dungeons, he saw a prison guard sitting down, and barely doing his job. The Yiffer signaled Phobe. He heard Phobe take out his mace, a scream, and the sound of bone crunching. There was no place for slackers in his kingdom, except in the afterlife. Without the added mess of the prison guard, blood was still everywhere. There really was only two alive prisoners. The others had died from each other, starvation, sickness, or those two prisoners. Well, one in particular. He noticed skeletons, most of which were wearing guard outfits. What a shame really. The only ones that did want to please the king, ended up without a grave. How ever, the cell that held the only live prisoners, held the strangest people, that you would expect to end up in jail. Especially together. One was an young, lively teenager, while the other was a withered, old, human. "Hello, Persolus." The Yiffer spoke to the old man. "Don't call me that. You know that's not my name." He croaked back. The Yiffer responed to his reply with a slap with the back of The Yiffer's Pimp hand. Phobe, alarmed by his action, shouted, "Huehuehuehue! (Sir, be nice with the master!)" The Yiffer snarled back. "Fine, Hermit. You are far to old to be alive. But you are useful. My question is, why haven't you died from him." as he pointed to the teenager. "My name is Jeff." He responded with a smirk. The Yiffer also pimp slapped him. "Quiet, "Dante". My enemy, Eden is here, in this dimension." At this, the Hermit perked up. "I need you two, to fight on the front lines. Not that I need you, but because I hope you die." The Yiffer continued. The Hermit spoke, "So my prophecy did come true. I told you so." Phobe spoke on it's communication device. "Huehuehuehue. (Engage the enemy. We will be coming soon.)" The cell was unlocked, and the two were yanked out. "Go up the stairs. And while you're at it, make a new prophecy. One that says, that I beat Eden, Karth."