Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140317024638/@comment-5543592-20140402211322

(I am posting this to move the story along for the sake of Rider's limited amount of time.)

Once the last of the goblins fell dead the group continued onward into a hallway. Evetually, Emrey and company ended up coming through the hallway into a sort cistern. There were two balconies, one behind them and one at the end of the room in front of them. There was an empty hallway in front of them at the opposite end of the room.

“I don’t like the look of this.”  Whispered Emrey.

J’Baad was glancing around, doing a visual sweep.

The group continued towards the empty hallway. Right as the neared hallway a heavy brass gate slammed down, blocking any exit. From where they entered a second brass gate now came down and blocked that way as well. On the balconies, above and behind Cheydinhal guards swarmed out, sixteen in total, eight on each side. All were armed with crossbows.

“Drop your weapons!” Cried the guards.

“Stand fast.”  Ordered Emrey, his hand automatically went to his sword’s handle.

“Hold your fire!”  Commanded someone among the chaos.

“Drop your weapons!”  Shouted the guards again.

“Hold your fire!”  A man wearing the Captain’s regalia stepped into view.

“This is Captain Laveen of the Cheydinhal guard. Put your weapons on the ground.”  Called down the captain. He was on the balcony above where the group entered. Emrey turned around slowly to look at the man.

“This is Tribune Emrey, sir.  Mission commander, team leader.”

“Put your weapons on the ground and come quietly, former Tribune.”  Emrey winced. Curvos had obviously told the captain about him.

"Sir, we know why you're out here. Divines know what in Oblivion got into you. But like you, I swore to defend this Empire against all enemies, foreign, sir... and domestic. Captain, we've spilled the same blood in the same mud. And you know god damn well I can't give that order.”

“Your unit covered from an elevated position, Tribune. I'm not gonna ask you again. Don't do anything stupid. No-one has to die here."

Emrey raised his voice. “You men following the Captain: you're under oath as Imperial Legionnaires, have you forgotten that? You may want more for yourself in life but that doesn’t give you the right to mutiny!”

“You call it what you want! You're down there, we're up here! You walked into the wrong damn room, Tribune!”  Shouted the Captain.

“Stand fast!” Yelled Emrey to his restless comrades.

“Damnit, Tribune, I’m only going to ask you one last time to unsheathe your weapons and put them on the deck.”

“I cannot give that order!”

“I am not going to repeat that order!”

“I will not give that order!”  Said Emrey with finality.

“What in Oblivion is wrong with you, man?”

“We’re screwed.”  Muttered J’Baad.

“Let’s waste these #%@$ers.”  Whispered one of the guards to another.

Emrey slowly drew his sword, unsure whether to try and fight an unwinnable battle or drop his weapon to the ground. The guards were taking aim.

(Mind y'all, I am just posting this to move the story along.  I will not actually be here for the next hour or so.)