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Stonebridge maximum-security prison, named for the stone bridge of Minecraftia, is a large hollowed rock spire in the Ocean of Withering, surrounded by ocean in all directions. The worst prisoners of this land are kept here, from the lowly murderer to the servants of Netharan. The only access here is by Pyrestone-run hovercraft engineered by the Aaronicans, who follow the teachings of Mustaigonia. This prison is the most securitized in the entire world, as none have escaped imprisonment to this day. Enter this prison, at your own peril. Be you guard or inmate, there is no escape from Stonebridge.

Join this forum as a guard, prisoner, or prison doctor/nurse. Have fun.

Rules:
No extreme violence
No sexual content
No vulgar language
Play nice
Use semi-proper grammar
No supernatural powers unless I give permission
My words are law
Be polite
Enjoy the prison-life

The Mustaigonian had spent years upon years searching for answers, but he had found no success. Now, he was stuck in this great prison, bound here for as long as was required. His quest seemed to have ended, but it was only beginning when the day of reckoning came to Stonebridge. It started out normal, with the inmates going about their normal schedules, minding their own business. The lunch hour was a bit slow, but other than that, nothing exciting happened. Rhzond was one of the visitors, stuck here until the Pyrestone-shuttle came back. He still couldn't believe that the Aaronicans had mastered the Mustaigonian arts, or at least a few of them, in a small amount of years. It had been over a month and the shuttle still hadn't returned to the hangar, though promises were made and information was discovered. Perhaps it was destroyed in the ever-stormy seas surrounding the rocky spire, or the strong winds that kept other transportations from coming. Whatever the cause, they were late. Moving from the subject, he returned his focus to the Warden, a burly man who spoke with a yell as his inside voice, which Rhzond found quite annoying. "We are the most secure facility in Minecraftia," He droned on, still on that subject of how Stonebridge was better than other prisons, "And no one has ever escaped to date." "Yes," Rhzond replied, "You've mentioned that many times." He looked out the window behind the Warden to see the prisoners in their cells, suffering for crimes they had committed, stuck in the walls of stone and iron. A few caught his eye, but they were only prisoners Rhzond said to himself. How wrong he was.

Adrianna had been sitting on the windowsill of the small cell she was being contained in. One leg dropped off to the side, while she gently gripped the bar of the window. She wouldn't make excuses for what she did. But it wasn't her fault. She was homeless, and, well, there were plenty of people in the world that were willing to pay a hefty sum to get rid of their enemies. After so long, she had become an expert. Though the question arises: how does an assassin get caught??? Well, the answer to that is simple: markum. But that was a rainy story saved and locked away for another rainy day. For the moment, she was locked in a cell, gazing out the window lost in her thoughts.

Rhzond became bored and droned off, thinking of the lost time he could have spent searching the ruins of Necrosis, wasted because of delayed travel. A certain prisoner, a girl, seemed to be more lively than the other prisoners who moaned and mumbled in the grey cells in the grey rock. Stonebridge was truly miserable, even for those who worked it. The warden snapped his fingers, regaining Rhzond's attention. "What do you think?" he asked, pointing to the nearest cell's bars. "Made with iron mined by the prisoners," He continued, "We found the iron in an expedition downward, trying to make more cells. Instead, we found ourselves sitting on an iron mine." He rambled on, once again drowned out by the Mustaigonian's thoughts. How was he to get off this rock, and why was he still here a long while after his designated time to arrive at Riverdarke?

Adrianna continued to stare out of the window, lost in thought until suddenly she was yanked off the window sill and spun to face guard who placed handcuffs on her. The guard then shoved her out of the cell and the dragged her outside, where chains were aced around her wrists and ankles as she was forced to mine the rocks.

Jean grabbed a pickaxe and started mining the rocks and snarled at any guards that came near her trying to warn them that she would hurt them if they came close. She wasn't scared of anyone at the prison and why should she be when all she did for a living was kill people like the people she was surrounded by right now. She didn't really expect the guards to be scared of her but she wanted them to keep a distance and if a guard came close and it doesn't matter if they hit me down or not they're going to end up regretting it.

Though it seemed that there was no escape, there were ways to pass the time. The prisoners were kept in cells with their own mined iron, chained to work in the newfound mines, and given the food the nobles on the mainland donated to their cause, which wasn't the greatest food, but at least they weren't fed something worse. There was an indoor yard, Rhzond noticed, with time schedules, depending on the type of crime they had committed. The servants of the Dark Lord, however, were kept in the deepest cells, guarded by the most well trained guards and kept from communicating with their master with collars of Aitherion's magic. The others were better off, having an open view of the stormy seas below, which never seemed to calm or relent, adding to their miserable lifestyles. The beds were carved from stone, as were the tables, walkways, and cells themselves. This stone was resistant to any explosions, it being made from the hardest rock known to man: Strongstone. Everything that was not stone was either quartz, glowstone, or metal, depending on the areas that were needed. Rhzond took note of this, keeping his books on hand. The warden had fallen asleep due to his own ongoing discussion with himself.

Jean continued mining the stones as she looked over all the guards and prisoners carefully not making eye contact and she looked at the warden's office from where she was mining and she looked back at her pickaxe and continued mining trying not to let anyone know what she was looking at so they wouldn't get suspicious and always watch her every move. She could tell her pickaxe was getting dull but she didn't want to tell the guards because she knew they would only think she wanted to stop working and get some rest and rest is the only thing this girl never wanted and if you ever looked inside her cell you would see that she was getting stronger every day just by seeing the punch marks on the walls of her cell that they forced her into no matter how hard she refused to stay in there. She was just waiting for the right time for them to regret locking her in there for who knows how long she was going to be stuck there.

Emma was rhzonds twin sister who was now weak and scared she was always tortured by the guards in a torture room

Jean's arms were grabbed by guards as she was pulled into the prison and dragged down the stairs and she looked through the wall into the torture room and she tried pulling away before they also sent her in there. She saw Emma in their and she felt horrible. "You monster," She said as they slowly opened the door.

Rhzond decided to supposedly look for his sister, who was very dependant on him, though his true goal was much more imperative to his escape; The First King Archpriest of Mustaigonia, Aaron the Elder, who had been recently discovered in the guise of Anora Kocub, leader of the Minecraftian Society of Exploration. King Archpriest Aaron the Elder was the right hand of Netharan after his supposed death in the war many centuries ago, and was needed for the plans of the fire god to unfold. After freeing Aaron the Elder from his cell and opening a portal to the Netherworld, Rhzond decided to look for his sister in truth.

Liam sat idly in his cell, admiring the iron bars that confined him to the dinky, congested room. Most guards ignored Liam, for he hardly ever spoke, but the moments he did sent shivers down their spines. His dialogues consisted almost exclusively of the, "second coming of his precious queen". Most workers of the ghastly prison wanted to condemn the man to the deep confines of the dark cells, but they hadn't amassed enough evidence to justify his relocation. They simply had to deal with his, seemingly, mindless religious ramblings. Regardless of Liam's general pacifism and willingness to cooperate with the guards and fellow inmates, all thar approached him knew to do so with utmost caution. After all, the man was in the forsaken prison for a reason.

On an expedition into the unknown, on orders of Liam's previous king, the lives of Liam's friends, and his sister, were lost. The whole operation was rigged for failure as an attempt to kill Liam. The dual, science and military advisor, Liam Stonehart, had accumulated quite a lot of popularity in the kingdom, even more so than the King that headed it. This, undoubtedly, infuriated him, so to quickly rid himself of his possible future rival, he sent his brightest advisor on a suicide mission. Well, the King's plan had failed, and only brought on an even harsher foe. Never once, in all of their kingdom, had they forgotten Liam's cunning and combat ability, except for the King. Enraged by the murder of his friends and family, Liam went on a bloody rampage, executing Nobles of the land that supported the King, the King'a family, his advisors, and turned a portion of his own military on him. A truly formidable foe. Though, having all opportunity to slaughter the King in his stead, Liam halted before slicing the man's neck. "Live with this. Everyone you love is gone. Live how I must live now. In Hell." After that, he turned himself in.

No guard has forgotten his story, but shortly after his arrest, rumors began to circulate about his possible tie to the Dark Lord, yet none had been confirmed as of yet. Though very nice to the inmates and guards that surround him, every person, if they look hard enough, can witness the darkness behind his eyes and in his soul.

Jean elbowed both the guards in their guts and escaped their grip and ran out into the prison hallways and looked at the warden's room and slowly and quietly walked over to it. She heard guards coming toward her position and she grabbed onto a stone and pulled herself up and sat on the stone ledge above the hallway and waited till the guards passed and stopped at the warden's office and walked in. "Sir Rhzond a prisoner is trying to escape." One of the guards said as the rest left to look around the prison. Jean knew if he looked she would have a slight chance of escaping and she sighed quietly. "Damn." She whispered.

Puzzled, the Mustaigonian, who was just returning from the hangar in search of his off-rock transport, turned to face the guard. "You do realize," he said, "that the warden is right behind you. But what is this of a prisoner escaping?" Sweat dripped down his face, realizing he could have been caught for freeing the King Archpriest. Something within him, however, reassured him that all was well, that no one had yet heard of Aaron the Elder's "rescue" from Stonebridge.

Liam looked onward at the situation quietly, smirking within his cell. Tapping the bars harshly, he beckoned to Rhzond. Taking notice of the girl on the ledge, he figuring killing two birds with one stone would be nice. He could snatch an opportunity to both talk with Rhzond, and aide with that girl's escape attempt, though he doubted her success rate.

"A girl prisoner escaped two of our guards and started running and we can't find her sir." The guard said. Jean jumped to another ledge and latched on silently. She hoped she didn't miss a ledge or she knew she would be screwed. "What do you want to do sir?" The guard asked.

Relieved, Rhzond knew the secret was safe for now. "Find her and do as you wish," he said, "But I need a way off this rock even so." He noticed the boy in the cell mentioning towards him, beckoning him forward, which struck him as suspicious. Still, he had limited options, what with his sister somewhere lost and the Aaronican Pyrestone vessel had still not arrived. He strode over to this child, with his thoughts centered on his own escape from this stone nightmare. "What is it?" he asked the boy, hoping for a reasonable answer to draw him away from his transportation.

The guard nodded his head and ran off to look for the girl. Jean quietly climbed down from the ledge and walked behind Rhzond and put him in a choke hold. "Don't fight back. I need out here and you're going to help me do it." Jean said as she got tighter around his neck. "You understand?"

Rhzond was not expecting for someone to attack from behind, possibly because he was not warned before of the prisoner's capabilities. He nodded, agreeing for the moment, but his true loyalty still remained with the Dark Lord and with himself.

Unbeknownst to them, along with everyone else in the panic, another prisoner, a forgotten servant of Netharan, laid in wait for her time to come.

Jean got tighter around his neck. "Start walking. You try to escape, you die." She said as she nudged him forward. "No time to waste filth. So get moving." She knew she was screwed if she got surrounded or got attacked from behind or if he had a weapon on him. She was hoping he didn't though because at the moment her stomach was weak from working.