Felix Caelus

“You have a point. The sooner we can get out of here..." Felix scratches out the last sigil he can reach and jumps down, wincing at the shock of his landing on the flagstones. He’s careful to step away from the doors before he calls on his new ally. He concentrates on reaching out; an orb of purple energy forms in one cupped hand, crackling around a dark vortex. He casts it to the flagstones, and it erupts outward with a metallic snap, swelling to an intangible sphere much larger than he is.

When it fades, it leaves the towering form of a frost atronach: a faceless, walking glacier whose very presence begins to chill the air. Felix bows his head to it politely, even as he’s mentally giving it its orders. The atronach turns and trundles over, shoving the cage aside before it moves back and lines up with the door.

“This is about to get noisy,” Felix says, going over to push the other door closed. And stay out of range of any explosions. The atronach lumbers into a charge, building up a bit of speed and a lot of momentum before it rams the doors with a huge fist. The holy sigils flare weakly, the elemental wards erupt in blasts of frost and fire. Only the flames seem to bother the elemental, eliciting a creaking groan from its icy bones. The wounds swiftly refreeze in its freezing aura though, and it trundles back to make another charge. This time, the doors buckle a bit under its impact, splintering around lock and hinges; the wards seem to be sputtering out entirely. Stoic and silent, the atronach gets ready to try again.

“Once more will see us through, I think,” Felix observes. He’s watching the other door tensely. All this noise is resounding through the vault; even if they are well below ground, surely someone’s going to hear. Or come looking for the trio lying on the floor right now. The noise is making a couple of them stir groggily. “We’ll need to move quickly…”