Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-25389303-20190127200805/@comment-25389303-20190310224140

When the doors to the elevator finally opened for the last time, Arthur made a point of stepping out first. The room they entered was completely bare, with a single steel-wrought door in the opposite wall being the only source of interest in the white-washed space.

Readying his axe in anticipation, Arthur strode up to the door and looked back at the two scientists.

"Seeing as how I'm still on bodyguard duty here, I'll scout ahead first. Stay here - I'll be back in a minute."

Without waiting for instruction, Arthur slowly eased open the ice-caked door and, after peering out briefly, stepped onto the roomtop beyond.

Several minutes passed, during which Helldrix slowly began to doubt his reasoning for joining this strange duo, before Arthur eventually poked his head around the doorframe. Snow had gathered on his dark guardsman's uniform, dampening his curly brown hair and misting his glasses, but otherwise he appeared perfectly fine.

"Alright, let's go," he said simply.

Arthur led the two doctors out from the relative warmth of the Asylum, and out into the elements. At such a high altitude, and with the daylight hours nearing their end, even the coldest cells seemed hot in comparison to the outside world. Wind lashed at the men as they fought through the torrential snowfall - even the gentlest breeze biting to the bone.

The trio passed two dark objects lying on the snow-covered ground as they advanced towards the dark outline of an airship hidden in the grey mist that blanketed the asylum's rooftop. On closer inspection, Helldrix realised they were bodies - more guardsmen, from the looks of them. Small splatters of blood stained the ground around where they lay, pooling slowly from deep rends in their armour. He couldn't be sure if they were alive or dead, but judging from the lack of gore splattering the blackened metal of Arthur's axe, he favoured the former.

"Here it is," Arthur announced unnecessarily as the surrounding fog peeled away to reveal a large airship. It was a fine thing - well armoured, and adorned with several automatic cannons for protection mid-flight. Ideal for travelling long distances, even across dangerous territory.

Without further ado, Arthur motioned for his client to hurry up the rear boarding ramp, which appeared to have been forced open by a long, bladed instrument.

"I hope one of you two know how to fly this thing," the adventurer told them. "I'll keep an eye out for any guests while you two work."