Grinning, Marius looks towards Slevin and nods. "See... Blink of an eye. I'll get right on the rest now..."
Marius finds that the manacles are all exactly the same manufacture, likely opened by the same key and thus easier to unlock than he would have thought once you knew the one. The lockpicks are also excellent quality and he is able to fairly easily open the rest of the manacles.
As the last manacle falls away, Marius grins, holding out his hand to help Dante to his feet.
"So what's next? Who do we have to kill to get out of here?"
In a whisper, with his eyes never leaving the door, Dantes says We need to draw them into the room. That will get the door open for us and give us a chance to take them down without alarming others.
"My thanks for the freedom from those manacles, but that cloth you have is very interesting. Does it have anything else besides lockpicks hidden in it?"
"How does a window and rope sound?" he replies with a grin at the obvious quizzical look.
" We just need to either keep the guards out there, or bring them in here and kill them quietly so the rest don't swarm us in here. Let me see what else I've got."
Slevin quietly chants, while moving through a form with his hands allowing him to view deowmers.
"A window and a rope sounds like a good bet. I think we should get the guards in here as we will need a bit of a head start."
Devon gives a contempuous glance at some of the other prisoners (NPC).
"Besides, Iwouldn't trust some of these to not give us away."
As Slevin pulls the bag off the veil, it expands to roughly the size of a spell component bag, though strangely full. Upon checking inside, you find six very tightly folded black and outfits with silver accents that look designed to break up the humanoid form. Below these are common spell components.
Rubbing his wrists and ankles, Ezekiel says "Thanks to you, Marius. Maybe we'll actually make it out of here. I can't say I like the idea of being drawn and quartered."
Marius grins and pats Ezekiel on the shoulder. "Me neither big guy. Best we get out of here fast then, hmm?" Nodding softly, Marius pauses for a second.
"Wait... A window? On the scarf? Well... That is convenient. How high up are we, do you think?"
Slevin crouches over the bag, looking at those in the cell, studying those who stood out, eager to seize the opportunity of freedom, unlike the worthless ones cowering in fear and dread.
Lions...
These men and women all had a reason to make the empire suffer.
Quickly he started tossing the little black bundles to those that he knew with almost divine guidance would stand the best chance.
"Here, put these on!"
Taking in his new compatriots he looked down into the bag again.
"Any spell casters?"
Taking the cloth from Slevin and donning it, Lyrysa looks on hungrily at the bag he holds. "Indeed, I am."
Staring at the strange black cloth, Ezekiel peers at it oddly. "Such strange garments. I wonder what this is made of. I certainly can't complain about having more to wear than rags, at least." Replacing his prison rags with the strange cloth, Ezekiel looks himself over. "This is really not my style. Give me a fine suit and vest anyday."
"A nice bath wouldn't hurt either. Don't suppose you have one of those in there as well?"
Devon glaldy puts on the offered garment. Looking around he asks,
"So, how do we wish to get those two guards in here?"
Grabbing the outfit from the air, Marius slips in to it, feeling better better than he had in an age. Stepping up beside Devon and the rest of the group, he begins to whisper. "Well if we stab one of the others and claim he is hurt, the guards might come in and see what is going on..."
Devon thinks for moment, then turns to the other prisoners.
"Alright you lot, play along and you all get a chance to escape. We will leave you the keys and then you all can make use of the window and rope after we leave. If any of you attempt to warn the guards or sell us out, be assured, I will kill you before the guards can interfere."
Turning back to Marius, "I think we should get the guard to open the door. We are in these outfits now, we should hide in the shadows and have one of these call for them."
"Sounds like a plan to me. Okay. Do we have any weapons? That would be useful..."
Marius moves slowly, to stand beside the door, melting in to the shadows, testing Devon's idea.
Devon cracks his knuckles, "I would prefer a sword, but I am capable with my hands also."
Devon also attempts to blend into the darkness.
Stealth
Donning the outfit, Slevin chuckles at Lyrysa's question.
"Agreed, a bath would be much appreciated, if this goes well we all the time in the world for baths."
He tosses Marius a dagger, keeping the other for himself, and motions Lyrysa over to the bag.
"Take the components you need, good selection here. I hope some of you can handle unarmed combat. I'll stand by the door waiting for the guard, trust me he won't see me."
Reaching out of the shadows, Marius plucks the dagger out of the air, twirling it across his hand for a moment, before letting the hilt settle in his palm.
"Lets do this!"
He will silently press one fist against his other palm, indicating he is good with just fisticuffs.
Quietly, he'll add Are we sure a wound in the best pretense? They may just call for a cleric. Lyrysa, do you have any tricks that may help? he adds, nodding at the bag she just accpeted. He'll wait to don the outfit depending on Lyrysa's answer. If she has a plan that doesn't require they pretend to still be shackled, then he will put it on.
To Slevin, he whispers Whoever your benefactor is appears to think the six of us would do well to break out together he says with a gesture at the six garments. I am certainly willing to cooperate with all of you. I don't care what landed you in here and it wouldn't bother me a bit to see you back on the streets if it means my freedom too.
After a bit of shuffling to ensure everyone gets the correct one, you find that the suits fit you perfectly. Lyrysa and Slevin find the proper spell components to cast two of any spell they know.
Devon readies himself by the door also and awaits the guards.
"I can try to put them to sleep. It's not guaranteed to work, magic never is of course. But I'm confident. Though I'll only be able to do it once today."
Grabbing up the bag and tucking the veil into a pocket, Slevin throws a quick glance at the other prisoners gawking wide eyed at them, trying to dicern their likely actions if any.
Shaking his head as he realized that it really didn't matter, he slipped to the side of the door against the wall standing in the shadows, perparing to embrace them.
"I can't say that I'm all that good with my bare hands, but a dust up shouldn't be a problem, so long as we rid them of their weapons. As for getting them in here..." Ezekiel looks around a bit before making up his mind. Loudly, but not shouting, he says "Guard! Some of the prisoners are escaping!"
Pressing himself to the shadows tighter, Marius readies his blade to stab anyone who comes through the door.
The guards draw their leather wrapped clubs and one of them begins to open the doors with a slight sneer. "Ain't no one escaping traitor." He says as he steps into the cell.
"I beg to differ!"
The blade slips out of the shadows and slams in to the guards armpit, Marius's face following, a ghastly smile splitting his lips.
"Boo!"
Slevin's blade darts out of the darkness from the other side striking above the collar.
crit confirm
"Quick before the other one can cry out!" the gravelly whisper comes from the shadows.
Devon rushes forward and hits a guard.
unarmed strike
crit confirm
damage
Dantes watches as the assault goes down. Seeing his opportunity to make sure it is a success, he follows after Devon, lashing out at a guard.
Unarmed strike to hit
Damage
The guard steps in, only to receive immediate wounds from Marius and Slevin on opposite sides, and a powerful fist to the face from Devon. As he crumples, the other guard is surprised to see a dwarf and a tattooed man step out to swing at him.
In luckily avoiding Dantes, the guard takes a powerful punch from Ezekiel.
As the startled guard opens his mouth to yell, Lyrysa finishes her quick incantation, the thrown piece of wood bursting into light, which makes the guard stop and stare for a moment.
Slevin steps past the falling body, dagger darting forward again, scoring a line across the guard's collar bone, not deep but painful.
Smiling at Lyrysa's perfectly timed daze, Devon hits the guard again. Unfortunately his fist glances off of the guards armor.
unarmed attack
Ezekiel smiles viciously as his fist connects with the man's jaw. Been a while since I've been in a good brawl. Retreating half a step, Ezekiel comes forward with a haymaker aimed at the guard's head.
Lyrysa watches as the men go about beating the two guards into submission, another Daze at the ready in case the guard should survive this sound beating.
Under Ezekiel's massive one-two combo, the guard crumples, obviously unconscious.
2 Chain Shirts, Emblazoned with Talingardean Heraldry
2 Heavy Steel Shields
2 Longswords with Talingardean Heraldry
2 Clubs thoroughly wrapped with leather
2 Longbows
40 Arrows
2 Keyrings with two keys each.
EDIT: The hallway beyond the door stretches to either side, lined with empty cells. The cell which held you and your three cellmates seems to be the only one occupied, and Slevin knows that the door near the end of the hall leads to a guardroom he was led through to meet Tiadora. The opposite way sits the only other occupant of the prison, an ogre who looks morosely out at all of you.
Dantes quickly drags the two guards bodies into the cell with them.
Should we let the ogre out to serve as a distraction when we are ready to go?
"Well now, it's good to know that my rough childhood had some useful elements after all. Now, I think I'll be taking one of these fine bows, and some arrows. Combat at range is more to my liking." Ezekiel looks rather pleased with himself, and now far more comfortable with a bow in hand. "Not a pistol, but it will do."
"It would be a shame to discard such a magnificent creature, ogres often fetch a high price. Though if his life is exchanged for ours, a suitable expenditure. How many guards did you see during your absence?"
Devon looks at the gear and shrugs.
"Not much use to me, you take what you need as I only really care about escape for now. Whatever it takes to succeed. As for the ogre, can anyone here talk to him? He would prove a valuable ally if we can win him to our cause."
Slevin keeps his dagger, and slips on one of the chain shirts.
"Letting the ogre loose would be an excellent distraction, and while he tears the hell out of this place, we make our way out the window. We could even add a little extra confusion with a fire. Sun's setting, so it'll much harder for them to figure out what's going on by which time we're long gone."
"So, who is our strange benefactor?" Devon asks as he turns to Slevin.
"It has always been my experience that such gifts come with attachments, especially for the likes of us."
Sliding on one of the chain shirts and cinching it tight around his waist, Marius stoops to pick up one of the longswords, before strapping it to his belt. "Can't use it but I look the part..." He picks up the club and twirls it in his hand, before resting it over his shoulder.
Marius flips the dagger towards Devon to catch. "Every man needs a knife!" He grins, before pocketing one of the keys and poking his head out in to the hallway!
Pulling his head back in, he turns to the common folk, hefting the club threateningly. "Anyone moves, screams, talks above a whisper or so much as pisses themselves without mine or one of these fine peoples say so, and I will beat your head in to your body and out your arse's before ya blink. Do I make myself clear worms?" Marius snaps in his best Captains voice.