Criss watched as the fighting resumed. Why? It was pointless, they were...“We have been saved,” she croaked weakly. She wasn't sure how loud the words really where, the others probably did not perceive them. The guards stayed back, they had to accept the paper judgement. She waited for realization to dawn on the others, but before that could happen, the skull appeared.<br/><br/><strong>  Father!</strong>She felt the spell over herself, and saw the effect it was had on others. This was good, it meant the Dark Prince had accepted his soul, the rank he had always wanted by never reached in life, was now his in Eternal Hell. Cris wanted to say something to him, anything, just to talk one last time, and she fought against the binding. The magic did not like this, and lashed out at her, penetrating her mind revealing an array of horrors that awaited her flesh and soul. In her minds eye she was bound in red hot chains as her flesh bubbled and that sickening smell invaded her nostrils. Spikes of ice pinned her to a wall, spread eagle, exposing her to the biting chill of an icy gale. She sank into a pool of thick mud, as maggot wormed their way under her skin, then deeper, to feast on her innards. Her mouth opened to scream, but no sound came out.<br/><br/>She knew would answer in time for the events of today and indeed her life, but it wouldn't be for some time, she hoped.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Rolls</div><div class="spoiler_body">Roll Result: LisztesFerenc rolled: 1d20, adding +1 to the total<br/>Comment: Criss will save DC 20<br/>Result: 16, <br/>Total: 17<br/><br/>Roll Result: LisztesFerenc rolled: 2d4<br/>Comment: Criss wisdom loss duration<br/>Result: 3, 1, <br/>Total: 4</div></div>