With everyone readied and poised for escape, Icarus shoved open the huge metal door. "Let's move!" Icarus and the others ran a few meters before the oncoming storm had begun. Arrows and spells whizzing about them, they also had to watch their feet to try and not trip over the countless carcasses strewn about the ground. Icarus helped clear the way of a couple oncoming Thalmor through more lightning bolts. The group began taking out guards head-on as well. They would constantly need to find some form of structure to take cover behind, but were advancing slowly but surely. Now, just mere feet away from the manhole, Icarus and the other had taken cover behind the massive water storage tanks to evade a sea of arrows being launched at them by a platoon of archers. "Final sprint of faith, friends. For freedom!" Icarus ran swiftly across the field while shooting bolts to his side. He was shot several times in his right arm, but pushed forward, eventually making it to the manhole. He lifted the cover and instructed for all to jump down, such as he. Thanks to the prison's intentional malcondition, the water was not pure in the least. Knee-high in the murky water, he aided the other in getting down as well.
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"...andyay... etlay... esethay... obiedasay... syearyia... ayconye... yamore." And with that final word, the dead bodies infront of Azrael began to breathe life once more. Instead of the usual blue glow the eyes of draugr give off, the corpses's eyes glowed a bright purple. Their flesh began to lose its pigment in favor of an ashy, charred gray tint. They began regaining their strength and picking themselves up off the ground. All this and the fact that he needed a ritual as opposed to the traditional Raise Dead spell obviously meant something about these thralls were different from your standard undead.
"Ahem... We appear to have a few loose prisoners."
The Ambassador's appearance caught him off guard, but continued to address him as casually as ever, regardless of the circumstances. "Ah, Ambassador. I have to apologize for the uh, nuisances brought upon you by the inmates. Loose prisoners, you say?" Azrael took note of the apparent dead silence in halls. Suddenly he recalled the events of the previous major outbreak. "We have all exits sealed, all major gates locked, with no means of escape I bet anyone will have the trouble making their way out of here. Unless... no." He remembered the irrigation pipes being thought of as an escape means before. He turned to the thralls, giving them an order. "Storm the irrigation fields! Move!" Instead of the regular, dull moan most undead gave off, the thrall in front actually uttered a reply. "As yOu WiSh, MaStEr." After stepping out of the office, the group of undead full-on rushed towards the fields, apparently much faster than the average zombie would. Azrael turned to Lucifer, scheming to "rain" on the prisoners's parade. "Ambassador, follow me to the valve room. It's time to close the book on this mess." Azrael walked forth rather easily, the empty halls having been cleared out prior.
