Once everyone had affixed the masks...<br/><br/><em>Yessss.... very good..</em>everyone could hear a soft, rumbling voice in their head, decidedly feminine in tone,<em>now, I know some of you worship other gods. I am older than any of them. I do not seek your worship, or your adoration. I only seek a path to emergence. I will give you the power to escape your fated executions, and further power if you will stick together and spread a little chaos for me, and maybe complete the occasional task. That's all I ask.</em><br/><br/>Even now, they could hear the sounds of many footfalls, metal on stone, and some shouting about way too much activity going on down in the dungeon. The sounds were getting closer by the moment...<br/><br/><em>Hurry now, not much time... accept my terms and you shall be given everything you need to fight the soldiers that come down to take you to the gallows. Tarry and you shall face them naked, without my aid.</em><br/><br/>OOC: Once they (hopefully) accept, there will be a flash of light, and everyone who has donned a mask and accepted the goddess' terms will suddenly be in possession of all their gear, wearing their clothing and armor, etc. They will be fully rested, have all their spells, powers, and what not.<br/><br/>And not a moment too soon, because the door was suddenly flung open by a sturdy looking soldier wearing a bronzed breastplate, etched with the insignia of the kingdom of Impiltur. He was flanked by two large dogs in studded leather harnesses, which seemed to remain faithfully silent at his heels. He stepped aside and six more men filed in, wearing identical suits of scale mail, stepping inside and approaching their open cells, albeit a bit cautiously since they have no idea what manner of sorcery was in their employ to allow them this attempt to escape.<br/><br/>The man in the breastplate stepped up between two of his men, and halted in front of the motley group of would be condemned. "Stand down," his voice bellowed with the manner of assumed authority, "or we shall skip the dignity of an honorable execution and slay the lot of you where you stand."<br/><br/>((You guys may assume the initiative, while the soldier is grandstanding, and his soldiers and dogs just sort of glare at you while they wait for their orders.))