"Bah, you're just making unnecessary noise," Targi grumbles as she steps a bit more into the fray to strike out at a guard.
I'm coming, Tragen. Somebody's going to owe me for this.
Trieze attacks the dog in Y12, still fighting defensively (AC 17).
Shalastar is ready, but has forgotten the initiative order we were previously using... Rerolling intiative. :P
Edit: Nevermind, I found it. It's on the previous page even. :P
What in blazes?!
Todin awakes from his deep slumber only to find himself in the ratty clothes he was forced to don, and the sounds of battle echoing off the prison walls.
Damn these rags! I would rather like to KILL the man who decided prisoners should not wear their own clothes to prison.
He rises from the pile of burlap "blankets" that he had been sleeping under, taking stock of the battle ensuing across the room.
Prisoners versus guards, eh? Looks like I might not spend a lifetime in those dank, dirty salt mines after all...
He looks at Tragen's unconscious form adjacent to the guard.
Weapons seem available. Lockpicks or keys... less so. Ugh. I suppose I must ask these peasants for help, mustn't I? As if these vulgar vestments weren't enough...
"You there! Prisoners! Find me a lock-pick or something similar and you may yet live to see another day! I doubt you wish to die in a hole like this, and you're quickly running out of allies!"
He notes the other figure that has yet to awaken in his cell.
"There's another in here to help you as well. Procure us a lock-pick and you will get two allies in this battle. !"
Sotha awoke slowly, as though being roused for school. "Why do you address me as though I were some unwashed servant? Do you not know that I am the heir of the great house Zyn? And why does the floor smell like- oh, I remember now. Sotha said as he opened his eyes and took in the sights and smells of the prison.
He looked out into the hallway to see a fight going on, "What is this, dinner theater?" Suddenly, Sotha looked as though he'd been spoken to by someone that clearly wasn't there, he looked as though he'd been slapped in the face too. The previously exhibited foppish behavior melted away, and when he spoke again, he seemed more aware and cold than before. "Then I suppose I will find you a pick, if you can defeat the lock."
Jack snarls after the dog as it turns tail and runs, revealing his prolonged canines, before turning a critical eye toward the cell with the roused inmates.
"Kyrul! Throw them the tools! We need all the help we can get!" he barks at the half elf before turning to the last guard wielding a bow and snapping of a shot at him.
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Todin suddenly finds his motion towards the door of his cell to be halted. Violently.
"Barbazu's beard! What in the nine hells is this?!"
He looks at his hands and feet. Cuffed. Bound. Steel links and manacles prevented his further advance. They had shackled him in his sleep, another layer of humiliation to overcome.
They dare? THEY DARE?! They dare shackle me like some common peasant at the stockade?! They dare tie up like a degenerate?! I am a gentry!
I will kill each and every being that has put me in this place. My vengeance shall be swift and severe and my rage will like the flames of Hell itself. Asmodeus, give me strength, as I shall need it to these peons who believe they can treat nobility with such base insolence.
Sotha got to his feet, laughing quietly at the performance Todin was putting on. He made his way to the bars, feeding out the chains as far as he could just to reach. "Why should they release us? They fight for their lives, and all you've done is complain. If you want to get out, give them reason.
He extended his arms, reaching through the bars, just to ensure that he could, and then withdrew them again. Sotha called out to the others, "Push them back here, perhaps we can assist!
"...I don't like your tone, Elf."
Sotha shrugged. "Such is your right, though you might watch your tone. My blood is as noble as yours, if less idle. Perhaps you might find a strip of metal, a clip, or something else that might break these locks, rather than whimpering at the indignity of it all." Sotha never even looked at the other man, he continued watching out the bars, hoping that one of his fellow prisoners would manuever one of the guards over to him.
"You know nothing of my blood, Elf. Your advanced years may cow most humans into a false sense of reverence, but I'm afraid I derive no such respect from your species unless warranted. Your house, however, is a different story. I've heard the name of Zyn in passing, and becoming nobility in Talingarde is no small feat. I... apologize for my rude words. You are obviously no fool, nor do you deserve to be talked down to."
Pernicious Pit Fiends! I can't see sh*t!
"As for these chains, they have been very thorough to not allow us anything in the way of errant objects. I attempted to smuggle in a few tools of my own, but like I said: they were... thorough. Perhaps something else, though..."
Still feeling weak from his earlier injury, Shalastar can do little else than cling to the bars of the cell next to him and continue to do what he can to ward off the guard's attacks.
"Please, sir. I am weak and unarmed. I have made no offensive movements against you; must you continue brandishing your sword in such a manner?"
Shalastar's beautiful voice again moves from his breathless mouth, astonishing most who can hear it.
More prisoners! More folks to share in the escape means more people with whom I would have to share...no matter!
Targi looks to Kyrul to see if he is ready to take the lockpicks to the reinforcements. If he seems hesitant, she grabs the picks from him and takes them over to the cell door. If the half-elf is already moving to the cell, Targi instead tries to distract her guard with violent force.
Sweet Salikotals! Freedom is within my grasp!
Todin relishes the moment as his hand comes free from his its steel cuff. He immediately tries for the other.
Sotha watched Todin for a moment, and then grew immediately impatient as the other man seemed to be taking too long inspecting his now unbound hand. "Stop lollygagging! you are not the only one in shackles, release me as !"
Sotha made his way toward Todin, his chained arms in front, hoping that he would get the message."The longer we take to join the battle, the more likely one of our fellows will be killed and, as I am no necromancer, the dead are useless to me. Likely you as well." He whispered, hoping to provide encouragement for Todin to hurry along.
Shalastar continues to defend himself, continuing to speak to the guard facing him with a sword.
"You have worked so hard to keep us here, and why? Because it is your duty? Because some administrator set you at this task?"
Shalastar attempts to engage the guard in philosophical conversation, because let's face it, Shalastar is a little naive and gullible. He also happens to be beautiful, charismatic, and have a strange air about him that affects others.
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Looking disdainfully at the longbow in his hands Jack silently wishes for a dueling sword to take its place. Shrugging, you used what you had, he takes aim at the guard Targi was trying to stab and shoots at him.
"I'm going as fast as I can, you pointy eared- *ahem* I mean I'm doing what I can without having picks yet. At the moment I can only use my agility for my freedom. Once I get the tools, I'll be sure to help you in your endeavors.
Todin gives Sotha a crocodile smile.
In his own head: So help me gods I will sew your impertinent mouth shut! I don't see you contributing to the situation, you empty headed Elf!
Shalastar grows more desperate as his plight becomes more dangerous.
He takes a 5 foot step away from his attacker as he raises his hands in an arcane gesture.
"I think the time has come for you to put away that sword, and embrace the possibilities that await you. Guard me well, and aid my comrades in their endeavor."
The bald roused himself where he sat leaning...and blessedly sleeping...until the louts started causing such a ruckus...seriously, what could be the reason for such animation and noise?... and looked around with his sleepy eyes. He saw one of his fellow inmates had freed himself and the other pleading for the same freedom.
Hey now, where do you two think you're going? This is Brandescar Prison. No one escapes. Please sit down and try to stay quiet. I for one want to meet my end well rested.
Sotha looked back at the newly awakened man, contempt clear in his face, "Good, I wouldn't want to believe that I was anything but the first to escape. Go back to sleep, and die here if you wish, but I have better things in mind."
Malak was used to contemptuous tones and waved his shackled his hands in feigned obeisance.
Well it looks like your friend has quite the head start on being first as his hands are free. Quite unlike you or myself for that matter. Then there is the door...and I say, what is all that racket going on outside our cell? Does no one else desire sleep in this whole cursed prison?
Holding a hand over the wound in her leg, Targi backs herself against the northern cells and channels a momentary burst of authority as she commands one guard to leave.
Holding an arrow to the bow Jack holds for a moment to see if more danger presents itself. With no apparent foe, the dogs dead and the guards subdued, dead or fled, he hastes toward one fallen guard and strips him of his armor and weapons.
"Anyone a healer?" he asks as he works on the dead guard. "Targen could use some attention. And would some one please get the picks to those in the cell? They'll be usefull in getting out." he states. 'If not only for fodder.'
"I think... you'll find... that the door was left open, darling." Shalastar says sleepily as he cuddles against the guard holding him up.
"Yes... useful we will be indeed. Armed, we will be even more useful."
...Dark and Empty...these people actually plan on breaking out of here... Maslak yawns into his shackled hands as Todin bargains for their cell door to be opened...that will be quite the task...oh, the injustice...what should be a liesurely walk will turn into all sorts of work...beats getting burned at the stake I suppose...
Jack strips the guard of his chain shirt along with his boots and gloves and dons them as well as taking his weapon belt and quiver and straps it on but leaver the bow, livery and shield.
Hesitating he looks back at the livery. "Maybe I should put on uniform as well? Might throw them off for a bit, give us the element of surprise if we happen upon someone stupid enough to not know whats going on by now."
Jack slips the key into his pocket.
Todin first addresses Kyrul, "Sorry, Half-Elf, but I can't help but notice that I'm still imprisoned. Shall I continue the mundane and difficult wriggling out of chains or would you actually like more allies on your side? And Sir Bowman, your idea of disguise is good, but if you really want to get out of here a more suitable trickster may be necessary," Todin points to himself.
"I'm very good at passing for things that I am not. Put a suit on my back, a dagger in my hand and you'll have the most potent ally in an environment like this that you could ever hope for. Deception and infiltration are my birthright. I'm afraid you, however, are a bit... gray to pass for a human prison guard."