Jail Break!

Enter the Invaders
It looked so foreboding, the Black Vox. Even from a distance it had an ominous weight to its very existence. Power of its ancient constructs made it virtually impregneable, and the only attempt of a jailbreak was thwarted from the inside. The security since over three centuries ago had thus been improved, a league of powerful Wizards and personnel guard those that they house within. Even the might of the largest Dark Guild would fight it nigh impossible to breach it before they exhaust their resources and waste men in senseless casualties.

But Faer was the man with a vision and this bold one was seen as achievable.

Aboard the helm of a ship dyed black with sails just as dark soared slowly but surely towards prison. The Onyx Coffin was a vessel that his benefactor appropriated many years ago, suited for the most rigorous of voyages and many intense battle. Enchanted wood intertwined with Lacrima infused metal made it capable of defying the laws of nature to move faster than the blink of an eye and absorb if not absolutely resist the strongest of magical bombardments.

From the steering wheel, he could see his own comrades stand about with those of Myst's. Mina Saark wore a pair of cat-ear braids for her twin-tails, her apparel now decored to look like a childish werecat suit, complete with white fur coat over her legs, torso and arms to padded paws on both hands to feet, and a prehensile tail that moved on its own accord. Donovan wore a red high collar jacket with a black muscle tee underneath and a pair of beige slacks with combat boots; a magic auto-rifle slung over his back by a band while a iron bat was leaning against his shoulder in his right hand. Rowlie Bann kept her sword slung over shoulder as per usual, her hair braided into a high-rise ponytail that graced over her sleeveless furred jacket, hiding her white blouse beneath while a skirt of black hid her white short-shorts with a pair of strap-on sandals graced her feet.

One of Myst's subordinate sat at the bow of the ship, childishly swinging her petite legs in the open air, clothed only in a black overcoat to cover her very nude self beneath. Majestic ocean blue hair cascaded in the air, easily being longer than her ankles as it flourished like a cape behind her crown. With small blue crystal hair pieces, the blue eyed fair skinned girl -Saleen- simply hummed an ominous tune as the ship approached the gargantuan opaqued prison tilted on its axis.

Another was the tallest of the group, broad shouldered and bearing a long coat with olive colored hair that covered his eyes but was kept trimmed to not fall to his shoulders from behind. Possessing burgundy eyes with a slight grey complexion, this man with leather gloves and cargo pants with dress shoes kept silent as a statue. He didn't move and sometimes it almost seemed like he didn't breathe. Standing at the forefront of the vessel he was the stalwart and committed man in The Coven, codenamed "Abyss".

That last of which stood near to Faer, the Enchanter didn't turn to acknowledge her. But that didn't stop him from speaking in an authoritative tone, "As you've been briefed, once they draw near, we'll rely on you to confiscate one of their mobile cubes. It's imperative that we access it so we don't get bombed by the prison's lethal countermeasure system for long distance threats. Getting close enough will allow me to perform the work of carving an entrance for us, meaning the rest of you will need to watch my back," Pausing briefly, he turned to remark to the shorter compatriot with his working eye raising curiously. "Any problems with that?"