Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-3293219-20140107225906

Everything was prepared, what few items they had left, they had stuffed into their pockets long ago...

Nish and his cell mates were ready to escape.

[] Nepht screamed like bloody murder at the sight of Nish's, seemingly, dead body and Helseth immediately acted. He ran over to the cell door and shook it, crying out for help.

Herrel burst in, grouchy from the late night disturbance. "What the hell do you greyskins want now?!"

"It's Daniel, he's... he's stopped breathing. He nee-"

Herrel remembered what Edgar had said and panicked, "oh shit!" He muttered under his breath, fumbling for the keys and opening the door, logic and careful thought had been drowned out by fear of his leader's wrath. Herrel stepped in and marched over to the breton, he lay motionless in his sleeping bag and his chest wasn't moving...

"H-holy shit..." Before Herrel could say anything else both, his sentence and his life were ended with a shive to the neck. Helseth sunk the blade, deeper and deeper into the nord's windpipe, preventing him from screaming as blood treakled down his back and soaked his shirt. He was quickly dragged to the floor, so that he would no longer be an obsticle.

"Come on!" Helseth ordered, sounding like an army general, he and Tabith followed him over to their confiscated goods. Laliah, quickly, ran over to the breton and dragged him out of his sleeping bag. Nepht helped as well but she couldn't do any heavy lifting, so she just stood by the side of them, ready to get crushed if they fell over.

As Nish left his cell, he gently brushed Laliah off, knowing full well that he'd never escape this wretched place if he couldn't, at least, walk. He made his way over to the table and took an iron knife, his blade of woe appeared to be missing, as was his crossbow.

"That's my knife..." Tabith reminded him, "though you'll need it more than I will."

"It'll do until I get my blades back..." Nish muttered, those assholes must have taken the orcish dagger as well as his blade of woe.

"Did..." Tabith stalled, tryng the nord's name but then she rememebered that she didn't care, "asshole nord have anything?"

"Yeah, this mace..." Helseth replied, slamming it against the table and making the items and Nepht jump, in unison.

"Dammit dad, they probably heard that!" Laliah snapped, holding Nepht.

"Sorry, just... you're right." Helseth sighed, turning to his family. "Right, if we're going to make it through this, me and tabith are going to have to take point. Her iron short sword and my mace should cut through them like a hot knife through butter..."

"They might have a crossbow, a life draining dagger and a powerful mage in there... not to mention any 'goodies' that they looted off of their prisoners." Nish pointed out.

"Yeah, good point... Nepht, Laliah... Dan, you need to keep your heads down and get out as fast as you can."

"No dad, I am not leaving yo-"

Helseth raised his hand, ending all protest. "Please... it's important that you get out of here... if I don't come out, do not come back for me. Get the imperial legion or somebody who can handle themselves but for the sake of all that the divines find holy, don't put yourself or Nepht at risk. I can't... bare that thought."

"Right..." She replied, sadly.

"Daniel, I know you aren't fighting fit but..."

"I'll protect them with my life, it's not worth anything anymore anyway..."

"Thank you... Tabith, stick with me and protect your sister, as best you can. If it's a choice between me and her? Always save her!"

Tabith nodded in response, her days as a guard taughter her more than mere fighting skills.

"Alright... remember, get out. That's the priority for everyone, here." He reminded them, taking the door and begining to push it open with a suspensful creak.