Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-26063164-20150522051330/@comment-25975584-20150525230927

Unferð wrote: What nobody has seen in the growing confusion is the bolting of all doors; from the outside, too. Suddenly: a loud crash, a ball of flame, falling beams completely ruin the atmosphere. An old general bellows: "Really, in my days we had proper fireballs!" before being struck down by the falling ceiling. Several guests try to break the iron bars at the windows, but they are now red-hot from the fire. The doors prove to be made of metal, too. Cries of severe burnings arise around them. The Lord Chancellor looks up and says: "He could have chosen a better moment!". Then, his skull is smashed by the falling chandelier and the whole Manor (several stories, and all of them above the great hall) collapses. What a pity these stories were all full of powder. The triple circle of guards around the building is ejected outwards.

Tonight, Kend'arc's inhabitants get a free firework. Toros, one of a people trained from birth to endure pain, pulls the now heat softened iron bars apart. He nearly passes out from pain, he pushes his wife out the window and drags himself out the window. He is severely injured, his legs are charred to a crisp and his hands are worse.

(People have done weirder things to survive. For example, cuting their arms off with pen knives so that they could escape.