Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10197675-20140107195049/@comment-3293219-20140107221505

It had been several days since Nish had been placed back in his cell, he knew that he was living on borrowed time and though his original attitude to his own demise was apathetic at best, he saw what fate had in store for him and feared it more than getting out of this place and living an empty life.

The breton placed his hands on the sleeping bag and pulled it down, groaning as he did as he had forgotten about his fingers, he quickly whipped them away and delegated this task to his left hand. After Nish had freed himself from the restrictions of his sleeping bag, he dragged himself out and sat up against the stone wall, he winced on contact and jerked forward, which caused him to cry out in pain as his impalement wound made contact with his pants line.

Shit! He thought, placing his hand over the wound and keeling over onto the floor.

''How am I supposed to escape, when I can barely sit up? ''Nish asked himself, though he knew that it was now or never... he'd die escaping or die in this cell and he'd rather take a chance and flee. But how? He'd used his lockpick on the door...

"Daniel!" A voice cried out, interrupting his trail of thought.

Nish glanced up and saw Laliah run over to him, showing an odd amount of care for him all of a sudden.

"I'm okay..." He insisted, looking up at Nepht and Helseth. "I'm okay..."

He sighed and glanced back over to them, he admired them... A strong family that has kept hope alive where none could found, a hope so infectious that it convinced Nish that he wanted to live. He wasn't escaping for him anymore... Eilo was gone and Manja can move on with her life but these people needed him and that, currently was worth dying for.

"We..." He stopped as everyone looked at him, making him feel worse.

"We have to get out of here... tonight!"

"Wh-why, what did you see down there, what do they do?" Tabith demanded.

"They're going to kill us... cut us up and-" He stopped as Nepht ran over to her grandfather's arms, feeling fear for the first time in weeks.

"Eat us..."

"No!" Helseth countered, almost as if Nish was describing his own plan, rather than their's. "That's not going to happen..." He reached down for one of the rocks and drew, what looked like, a dagger shaped rock and held it up. "I'll die first!"

Nish stared at the shiv and an idea began to form in his head. "H-how many of those have you got?"

"Two... had three but I broke one of them..." He explained, "They're difficult to craft, you see."

Helseth's stone spearhead was perfect for shanking one of the guards and the guards carried weapons...

Perfect!

"I've got it, I know how we can get out!" Nish whispered, suddenly realising that his plans would be ruined if anyone knew that he was awake.

"How?" Laliah questioned, eagerly waiting to hear the plan.

"Oldest trick in the book..."