Bo nods with his companions. "Tactically, this is the best option. I shall help clear it out. Also I'm curious how someone even weilds a weapon that large, much less fights with it."
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"That's your 'aky'? I'm glad you're done with that silly quest. Now where is the captain?" Bo cracks his knuckles.
"I'd suggest you all come with me if you value your lives." No makes room for them to get past and has them lead over to where Snog is.
Bo makes his way through the door and rushes into the sound of the trouble.
"STEEL YOURSELVES, ALL. THE SHOW MUST GO ON"
"They're attempting an ambush. Be ready."
Bo scowls. "No conviction in people these days. If I find those two again, I'll flay them." "Seems as though we have more than we bargained for. Ready yourselves."
"Perfect. We should head through it now, before someone comes in. You lead the way." Bo leaves her to lead, thinking she may make the best lookout of the group.
"This time of day, probably fewer guards patrolling the barracks than the main hall." Bo reasons as he makes his way to the corresponding door.
"Never you mind that. Just keep working on your delivery." Bo, obviously tired of dealing with the cooks, turns to Suse. "So, where do we go from here? Which direction sates our large green friend's wild aky lust?"
"I want you to be believable when you say you haven't seen us. Because they will ask. So I want you to be very, very convincing. Am I perfectly clear?"
"Pull yourself together, you look like a spurned child! Now, you get one more chance to not disappoint me. Make it count."
"Pathetic. Is this what the crown passes off as competency these days? Again! And this time, with more CONVICTION!"
"You two! Wait!" Bo puts on his strongest scowl. "When people ask what you're running from, or if you heard anything, or saw a group come by here, what are you going to tell them?"
Bo examines the kitchen. There seem to be cooks, but what of cutlery and foodstuffs? Good things to end up taking in an escape attempt.
"CHARGE!" Bo cries out as he follows Snog's lead.
Bo returns to the room marked 17. "Nothing in there of merit. Is the kitchen down these stairs or through this next door?"
Bo spits on the corpse. "Coward." He makes his way towards room 20.
Bo strikes the coward down in his tracks!
Bo turns a corner and charges the not-so-dead guard.
Bo speaks into the guard's ear as he stumbles back towards the door. "Poor career choice, friend." His fist goes heartward.
Bo puts a finger on his lips and looks over the group. He readies himself by the door, preparing to punch the first one that comes through. If he goes down, it won't be without a good fight.
"We're burning daylight. The longer we wait, the worse off we'll be. Let's get going." Bo makes his way out the doorway.
Bo tries taking a look at it. "So what exactly does it do, doc?"
Bo examines the veil. "I'm curious what that flask looks to be. The sack also seems like there could be something useful in it. How does one use this magic?"
"You said the fastest way was through the kitchen. If we hurry, we can get there quickly enough, take back our associate's "Aky", perhaps some other fine lootables, and then go after this Tomas fella. If you have knowledge of these things, you can lead the way through the path of least resistance." Bo stroked his chin again as strategy came together in his mind. "Miss, do you need a weapon? We seem to be a tad short between all of us. Unless, of course, Suse relinquishes her sword." He gives a wary eye towards the half-elf guard.
"I think I would like revenge on that no good bastard, too. I'll carry this brand for longer than I'd like. I cannot stand the thought of this guy going unpunished." Bo cracked his knuckles. Fire was in his eyes and ice was in his veins. While the brand was situated squarely above a very particular part of his anatomy...
Bo looks her over, scratching his chin. He indeed did like the cut of her gib. "You've got the keys to her cell, right Suse? Let her on out. I think she'll prove worthy before all's said and done."
Bo jolted, readying to strike at the direction the noise came from. But it didn't seem to be any sort of guard. If there were more prisoners willing to escape, it would certainly help their odds. "Who goes there? he asked into the dark cell. "And better yet, do you wish us good or ill?"
A smile comes across Bo's face. "Lovely. Lead on, Suse. We'll get you your revenge on this condescending system, as well."
"Is there another way? Possibly somewhere we can bypass the grunts?" Bo posited. He didn't want to give up a fight, but he didn't wish to wear himself out before the real fight were to begin. The captain was his foe. The guards didn't hold nearly as much weight.
Bo unceremoniously strips the chain shirt from the dead guard. The metal is the only thing he decides to put on. "If he wishes to hold our companion's beloved... aky?... then it is our duty to break him until he returns it. And for locking us up in here. Do you know the way to his trophy room, Suse?"
Bo walks over to the guard. "See, miss, we're fixing to get out of here. So you're either with us, or you're against us. Where would you rather stand?"
Perturbed by the previous failure, Bo attempts to kick the man square in the chest.
As his blow connected he turned to the man, gazing him down. "NEVER underestimate me."
As the orc breaks free, Bo casts aside the shackles with a roar and delivers a punch to the guard.
Bo rubs his forearms where the shackles previously chafed him. He nods at Randal, silently but with a healthy amount of trust. Filled in on the plan, he pretends to still be bound.
"If it helps any, I could get a distraction. Could ask for food or some such." Bo offers, hopefully pushing their way towards freedom.
"Leaving so soon?" Bo asked the riflewoman. "Conversation feels so stilted when across iron bars. And I was just about to get to the part about the skalds that were in our clan. Ah, the tales they would sing of when the stars came out..." He looked over the doctor. "Who'd you leave behind that would so much as give you visitors?"
"Aky? Who in the world is aky?" Bo knew he wasn't the sharpest out there, but he had to think the green-skinned one was in possession of more than a few loose screws. He lowers his voice to a whisper, leaning closer to his chained companions. "Besides, these chains are iron, friend. Our best attempt of getting out of them is when they would try to take us down. And even then, our odds are slim."
Bo scowled, not even paying attention to the doctor. "Alls I did was what my father and his before him did. These so-called civilized folk raided our lands and forests. Cut down whoever resisted. The bastards, all of em." He spat on the ground for emphasis. "Said that the Bear Clan weren't acting within the confines of the crown. I'd say it was the other way around. We didn't ask for em to get on our lands, much less set up trade routes and mines through. So we took it upon ourselves to make it right. Take back what was ours. We called it the hunt. They called it banditry. So alls in all here I am swinging from irons waiting until these bastards finally grow the pair they need to end the Bjorn line."
A smirk comes across the man's face. "So cold, aren't we? So quick to judge about the worth of a man on how your cities and princes have coddled him, eh? So you think I'm a primitive, whatever helps the two of you fit the wide sanctions of human nature into a box. But if you came to see a savage renounce his ways, I'll have to disappoint you two today. So get your sense of self-worth while you can, because I don't think this is an open show." He turns to the overly ornate, bespectacled man he's chained to upon the wall. "What are you in for, tiny?" he gruffly asks. "If you want a name, it's Bo. Not that I suspect you'll need much use of that knowledge after a few day's time."
In an act of defiance, Bo rattles his chains, as if he were about to pounce and break free of the iron shackles. "Would like to see you back up that insinuation, miss."
The young man rustled out of a restless sleep. Chained to the walls without a stitch of clothing and more than enough marks on his arms, he reflected his situation with the companions they stuck him with this time. "Damn. We're in a tight spot." |