When the battle began in the cell block, the Snowborn did not move straight away. It wouldn't be practical. The guards were quick enough on the ball that if he tried to resist during the battle, they would attack him first. After all, he cut an intimidating figure. The massive nord's head raised up, he stopped staring at his knees for the first time in several hours He listened to the sounds of swords crashing into one another and for a second, the sounds of panic and battle and his heart leapt up in his chest. Soon....

"Get back there! Check them! No one else escapes!" The Captain's voice boomed down the hallway outside, A second later he heard footsteps. The Nord closed his eyes and sniffed at the air. Something was burning. A fire...a torch. The guard coming down the hall would be carrying a torch. Which meant he only had one hand free.

For the first time since he'd been locked up in this hell of steel and stone, the Snowborn smiled. It was an ugly thing. He pushed off his back hand and rose up to his feet. A moment later, he heard the jingling of the guards armor. He stepped close to the cell. The guards were trained to keep away from the prisoners, to warn them back to the wall whenever they needed to get close. Now, they were excited. They wouldn't be following their training. He shot a hand through the bars, managing to grab onto the Imperial's suit right as he crossed in front of his cell. The guard let out a yelp, but didn't have time for anything else before his head was driven into the bars. The Snowborn felt him go weak, and gritted his teeth with the difficulty of keeping the deadweight of the unconcious guard in his grip. He carefully snaked another hand through the bars to grab the keys from his waist before he let him drop to the ground.

After a few moments fiddling with the keys, the barbarian was free. He was dressed in the most tattered of clothing, a beaten up old prison issue shirt and pair of sack pants. His blond hair hung like a wild mane off the back of his shoulders. Those things are not uncommon in a prison. What was uncommon was his attitude. Despite his size and the concern of the guards, the Snowborn had been a model prisoner during his time there. He'd waited for his time in relative peace. Now that time had come, and he was looking for blood. He took long strides forward, toward the cell block door. He watched it open up. He caught sight of the captains eyes a moment before he reached him. Wide. Shocked. The Nord lowered his shoulder and brought him crashing through a wooden door, breaking it from it's bottom hinges with a mighty crash.

Now that he was out of the cell blocks, the Snowborn pulled himself off the body of the captain and looked around the new room in a panic. The guards would overcome him if he stayed still, he had to keep moving. Had to corner them. Had to find a way out. He growled and rushed forward, searching for an escape.

Ethrador was getting his breath back after the devastating battle that had just occured. ''It was an honour to fight with you Ashina, your combat skills will definatly be invaluable in our escape'', the Bosmer said to the Dunmer crediting her fighting abilities''. Ethrador spotted a bottle of Beer on what his presumed to be the Jailors' desk, he gulped half of the bottle down. It's been to long since I have had some real drink, Ethador thought to himself, he offered some to Ashina.

A few moments later Ethrador saw Dolan and the Khajit running up the stairs calling to himself and Ashina. They requested permission that they could join Ethrador and Ashina in their escape, Dolan said to them being in numbers would help their chances if combat occured. Ethrador agreed, he looked over to Ashina who nodded. ''I don't see why not, your help could prove invaluable in certain situations although that fight you just saw is only the first step in a very long journey to freedom, be prepared for a long adventure. Oh and my Khajit friend what is your name?'', Ethrador said to the Imperial and Khajit who seemed pleased. The Bosmer was startled as the prison door slammed open, luckily it was just Beeleez-Ra, who he was very happy to see. ''At ease Beeleez, it is just us. I take it you are wanting to escape with us?'' Ethrador asked the Argonian. The next person to come through the door was the largest, hairiest and most fearsome man Ethrador had ever seen in his life, he was a Nord who must have been pushing 7ft tall, although despite the leviathan size of this man Ethrador had never seen him enter the prison. ''Erm I take it your a new inmate here? Well you are extremely lucky, as soon as you come here you have the chance to escape and have been spared of horrific beatings and foul meals. Anyway I take it you are wanting to come with us, you seem more than capable of fighting? Oh and what is your name?'' Ethrador asked the Nord whilst looking almost vertically up at him.

After a few minutes of idle coversation between the just recently escaped inmates, the Argonian guard that gave Ethrador his horrifc beating and who he hated with a passion, burst through the door opposite the cell room. Oh f***, was Ethrador's only thought. ''YOU!!'', was the Argonian's only word he said whilst charging towards Ethrador. His focus was soley on the Bosmer and he called for other guard's to help him, this gave the prisoners a big chance to run and escape as the guard's would take a while to arrive, alternativley they could help Ethrador however he gestured them to run and get their freedom. The Argonian knocked Ethrador to floor with a punch to the face as the Bosmer was about to unsheath his weapon, this casued his weapon to slip away from him. The Argonian pinned him to the ground and said to Ethrador as he spat in his ear, ''It's me and you in the Arena, be prepared to die!''. ''Good, it's time we end this between us anyway'', was Ethrador's reply.

Standing at the bars of his cell was Andi Grunhair, he had been watching the fighting going on in the cell block. He was so excited, he thought there was a party going on. He stood at the bars of his cell smiling, and saying to himself
"why on earth would anybody want to leave this beautiful hotel, they must be crazy!"
He then laughed and sat on his bed.

Before the Nord was given a chance to respond to Ethrador's question, he ran off to attack on oncoming guard. They were on the ground, muttering what sounded like threats at each other a moment later. His eyes flashed behind him, searching for a way out of the prison during the distraction. There was much more to it than just what he could see, by his estimation. He knew nothing of places like this. He would not know the way out.

His mind flashed back to something the Bosmer had said. "I take it you're a new inmate here...." Which meant that Ethrador wasn't. He'd been here some time. There was a possibility he'd know how to escape, when the Snowborn wouldn't.

"We have to help him." He muttered gruffly, uncertain of what to do next. With more guards coming and them being in an open area, he would be in trouble. His attack on the other guards had succeeded mostly on him being in a small space. Out here, their superior skill would overwhelm him. He turned back to the others, the uncertainty clearly in his eyes, and spoke "What should we do?"

IC: "Leave him!" Ashina ordered, shedding friendship as it suited her. "He can find his own way out. Quickly, everyone, keep moving and shout if you see any guards!"

Beeleez-Ra sighed as he saw it was just Ethrador and Ashina. He never got the chance to reply, for an Argonian guard was on top of him. Beeleez-Ra growled out in anger and ran to help the Bosmer. Another guard, the one who dragged in the Khajit, jumped from a hidden door that Beeleez-Ra forgot about. They tumbled to the ground, then both were up on their feet, both had swords at the ready.
"Ah, so this one wants to fight. Hehe, we can have a two on two. Guards verses prisoners, a fight to the death." Beeleez-Ra motioned the others to escape, though to no effect because Ashina has already given the orders. Beeleez-Ra ran over, while keeping his eyes on the guard that tackled him and kicked of Ethrador's assailant. He helped his friend up and gave the Bosmer back his weapon. Beeleez-Ra's excitement for a battle was growing. It's been a while since I have had to fight. This is going to be fun. He watched the two guards with the eyes of a cliff-racer.
"So, how about it Ethrador? Do you trust me as an arena partner?" This has a strange turn of events. He trusted Ashina, Ethrador, the imperial and the khajit. I hope I can learn their names. Hopefully Ethrador and I can win...although I can just kill them now...it's just not honorable..yeah. We have to fight them in the arena. I'm sorry Ethrador.. Beeleez-Ra slowly lowered his sword.
"I'll fight you in the arena......Bimseel..." It was his friend, the one who explored this place with him as a hatch ling.

The group had agreed to escape together; as easy as that, it was on.

"Let me lead, please. I do not doubt anyone's skills here, with blade or spell alike, but I wanna alert as little guards as possible." Zi'jar flipped his dagger upside down in his hand, so the blade was facing the ground. He slowly moved towards the stairs, waving his hand in a motion for the others to follow. As he moved up the staircase, the events that had just occured flew by in his mind.

Maybe we do have a chance of escaping...Let us pray to Hircine that none of these prisoners choose to turn on the others...

Zi'jar came to a room about a floor up the stairs. The stairs continued beyond it, but Zi'jar wanted to stop. Something made him motion to his fellow escapees, and he gripped the door handle. He positioned his ear against the door, and he heard mutterings inside.

"Are you sure that wasn't Mercius and Levini? I could swear I heard their voices..."

Another more irritated voice answered the first. "Oh shut up. Your always so paranoid. No prisoner is escaping from this place."

Zi'jar smirked.

How wrong you are, my friend, how wrong you are...

Throwing open the door, Zi'jar spun, releasing his dagger as a projectile. His aim was true; the irritated guard fell with a dagger between his eyes. Immediately, the second raised up. Unarmed, Zi'jar readied his fists for the conflict, praying a fellow inmate would come to his aid.

More guards stormed in and Dolan readied himself. He was no good at fighting, but he knew some corpses in the room who were.

Dolan gathered up his energy into his hands, thinking of a void. "A void, a dark void, the dark void THE VOID. And something is in the void, yes, something, and it is grasping and climbing, yes, the void, the void, climbing out, they come, they come, but... but not without help, of course..."

Dark, thin strings emerged from Dolan's hands, latching onto a few dead guards. Their corpses began to hover and Dolan, with the flick of his wrists, set them upright. His practice of Necromancy was well honed. A system long theorized as possible by his fellow colleagues had been achieved by Dolan many years ago. This puppeteer method allowed more control over the people he resurrected. SLowly the guards took up their blades and Dolan surged them forwards into the fray as they slashed left and right. They were slow, but they were effective and could not die. He noticed them jerking in random directions as he had expected in such riot. The strings were being pulled and tugged by the amassed energy in the crowd, the heat. He kept them going, knocking down guards in various directions, until the strings had short circuited from an overload. The strings returned. Dolan managed to help in the fight through his use of returning them from the void.

"Heh. Still got it," he muttered as he ducked an arrow that nearly flew into his shoulder.

Ethrador was very grateful of Beeleez-Ra's help and thanked him. ''Yes I would be Honoured to fight with you against these bastard's in the Arena''. Ethrador was also very thankfull of the Nord's help as well. Although he was saddened to see Ashina leave the room to escape, but at the same time he expected it.

The guard's took Ethrador and Beeleez-Ra into the Armorey to get themselves fitted with armor and so they could pick their weapons of choice. Ethrador choose leather armor, a bow with 15 arrows and a silver shortsword. Beeleez-Ra picked heavy steel armor and a claymore. ''I take it you know how to use that buddy?', Ethrador asked. ''Oh most certainatly, I have been trained in the arts of heavy armor and swordsmanship since I was very young'', was the Argonian's reply. After picking their armor and weapons they were led to the Arena bloodworks, the room was covered in blood and smelt absolutly vile and it caused the Bosmer to cringe. ''Just through that door to the pit, may the god's have mercy on your soul'', a guard said pointing to a blood stained door. As the two walked through the door Ethrador was feeling very nervous and had butterflies in his stomach, he even urinated in his pants a little. The arena announcer was describing the battle to the huge roaring croud, he definatly did a good job of setting a good atmosphere.

''This is it, you focus on your old friend Bimseel, that son of a [censored] guard next to him is mine. Good luck'', Ethrador said to Beeleez-Ra whilst patting him on the back as the gates to the pit were opened.

Ethrador and the Argonian guard charged at each other with expressions of pure hatred on their faces. The Argonian took the first swing wildly without thinking and was easily countered by Ethrador, the Bosmer ducked and tripped the guard to the floor which gave gave Ethrador the chance for a quick and easy kill, he brought his blade down towards the Argonians face but his attack was block by the guards' shield therefore stunning Ethrador. The Argonian got back onto his feet. After a few seconds of both opponents circiling each other. The to combatant's traded blow's and strike's to each other however Ethrador saw that the guards' right side of his abdomen was exposed, the Bosmer took a quick swing at his side but he must of been tricked by the Argonian since the guard pivoted on his left foot making the Bosmer swing at thin air. The Argonian elbowed Ethrador on the head and throw him into a near by brick pillar stunning him. The Argonian took a long run up to build up momentum for his attack, however the Bosmer cleverly span out of the way of the guards' swing with perfect timing. Ethrador used this oppurtunity to bang the Argonians' head into the pillar, after about 3 bang's the guard backhanded Ethrador in the nose causing it to bleed. The Argonian grabbed a hold of the Bosmers' neck and this time throw him into one of the spikes on the Arena's edge. Foolishly the Argonian tried the same tatic he did with Ethrador on the pillar and took a run up towards him, the Bosmer knew exactly what the guard was going to do and rolled of the way of the Argonians attack. The Argonian impaled himself on the spike and began bleeding, throthing and foaming at the mouth. ''I have been waiting along time for this'', the Bosmer whispered into the Argonians' ear. Ethrador forced his shortsword through the Argonians' skull and into his brain, then he started to cut his enemy's head off. Blood came out from the Argonians neck like a fountain and splattered all over the ground. Ethrador held the head of his dead opponent into the air, some of the crowed cheered and others looked away, some even fainted or vomited at the disgusting site, but Ethrador just smiled, for the first time in along time. He threw the head into the crowed and looked over to Beeleez-Ra to see how he was doing in his battle....

OOC: I understand that this was a terrible post in terms of the battle but I was tired as I did this post and it is my first time posting a battle in a RP, so cut me some slack there, oh and Quelderin you can post your fight now. I will edit this for mistakes tomorrow.

OOC: What time did you do this post? And it's okay for a battle post. Just so ya'll know, this is going to be worse then his..haha..


IC: Beeleez-Ra was impressed at how fast the Bosmer was able to handle the guard. But now he just had to focus on his battle. He charged and noticed that Bimseel didn't flinch so he just stopped and waited. The only thoughts swimming through his head were flashbacks of his training.


"Damn it Beeleez-Ra, you are too compulsive!" shouted his trainer, as the knight kicked him in the chest. Beeleez-Ra fell to the ground and lost his breath and his wooden sword. As he tried to stand, he coughed. Beeleez-Ra stood up after a few minutes and his trainer smiled. "This one has the will of a fighter." He said to himself. He held the wooden sword at the ready and him and Beeleez-Ra circled each other. "Remember, hatch ling, that a sword fight should either end quickly by you, or you just study your opponents fighting style." Beeleez-Ra nodded. He noticed how his trainer always seems to dash to the right, yet swing to the left. Beeleez-Ra smiled to himself, as he has truly understood what his teacher was trying to say. Beeleez-Ra charged at the trainer, and the trainer growled. "Haven't you been..." But then Beeleez-Ra surprised him. He went to the right, quickly dashed to the left as his trainers sword swished right by his arm. Beeleez-Ra swung the wooden sword and hit his trainer in the ribcage as he stepped to the left. His trainer doubled over and Beeleez-Ra brought the sword up over his head and swung it down and hit his trainer in the back of the neck. His trainer dropped his sword and fell to the ground, coughing. After two minutes, the knight stood up, looked at Beeleez-Ra, and smiled. "That's good, young one. You will serve Argonia well." Beeleez-Ra never forgot this lesson.

Bimseel looked kind of worried, knowing that Beeleez-Ra was trained by a professional knight. Beeleez-Ra just tried to read his ex-friend. Beeleez-Ra raised the claymore just a little and Bimseel slid back just a little bit. This is going to be a little to easy.. He just needed one piece of information to complete his reading.
"Who trained you Bimseel?" He asked. Bimseel seemed to quiver a little. He seems to have a bigger bark then bite.
"I don't have to answer to you convict!" Bimseel replied. Beeleez-Ra laughed. He stopped and slid into a stance and prepared for combat. Bimseel charged at him with an akirvi dai-katana, which Beeleez-Ra was surprised to find. Bimseel swung the sword in blind fury and Beeleez-Ra just side stepped the lethal blade. He's not skilled with a blade. I'm gonna feel bad about killing him. I at least wanted a worthy challenge. Ah, well..but I like his sword better. So we are gonna trade.. He chuckled to himself at his joke. Bimseel took the chance to attack again. This time when Beeleez-Ra sidestepped, he kicked the sword out of Bimseel's hand. He dropped the claymore and grabbed the akirvi weapon. Hehe..nice.. Bimseel took up the claymore.
"You and your Bosmer friend are going to die NOW!" Bimseel charged. Beeleez-Ra sighed.
"You are too compulsive..." Beeleez-Ra rolled forward towards Bimseel and jabbed upward. The blade easily slid through Bimseel's ribcage. Beeleez-Ra laid on his back, put his feet to Bimseel's chest, kicked out, freed the sword and did a back roll and jumped onto his feet. Bimseel was thrown onto his back, blood pouring out of his chest. Beeleez-Ra walked over to Bimseel, rolled him onto his stomach and took the sheath for the katana.
"I'm keeping this." Beeleez-Ra chuckled at his second joke. He wiped the blade clean and sheathed the sword. The crowd was just stunned. They neither booed nor cheered. Beeleez-Ra looked over to Ethrador.
"We have won our freedom, friend. Let's go and meet with the others." He went over to the stands and jumped. The crowd moved back in surprise. A hatch ling saw who it was and pulled on his mother's skirt.
"Mama, is that Beeleez-Ra, the one that grandpa trained?" The mother looked over. She gasped in surprise.
"Oh, Azura..it is..Beeleez-Ra...do you...do you remember me?" Her scaly face flushed. Beeleez-Ra didn't.
"No..I'm sorry..." Her face fell. She got up and took her son home. Beeleez-Ra shook his head and turned back to the arena.
"Come on Ethrador, let this one help you up." He reached out to grab his friend's arms to pull him up.....

When Zi'jar looked behind for aid, he noticed no one was there.

Oh. You've got to be kidd-

His thoughts were cut short by a stiff punch to the jaw. Zi'jar stumbled, not taking the blow well, crashing into the wall of the staircase. He picked himself up quickly, looking around for any sort of weapon. There was nothing.

The guard, after seeing his friend fall in combat, was enraged. "I swear, I'll kill you you piece of trash! I'll rip you apart!" He charged with a sword this time, preparing a deadly swing, rotating his entire body to gain more momentum. He swung quickly, but Zi'jar ducked under as screeches issued from steel on stone behind him. A quick punch to the ribs only stalled the guard for a brief moment, and he backhanded Zi'jar with his guantlet. Tumbling, Zi'jar fell down the stairs, catching himself 5 steps down. This wasn't going so well.

"Come human," Zi'jar practically spit out the word, "You are nothing to me."

As a dog to its owner, the guard charged again. This time, he thrust his sword at Zi'jar's midsection. With a quick sidestep, Zi'jar positioned himself to grab the guards' wrist. He quickly yanked it to the side. A loud snap followed. The guard howled in pain as his wrist was dislocated, and Zi'jar kicked him in the thigh. The now gasping guard fell backwards, resting on the steps. Zi'jar took the sword from the ground, and with a look of vengeance struck the guard down.

"Like I said, Human. You are nothing to me."

Zi'jar made his way back down the staircase, spotting his fellow escapees. Dolan was having a bit of fun with his regained powers.

"How many more are there? I don't know how much longer we can keep up like this."

''You made that look way to easy, oh and nice weapon'', Ethrador said to Beeleez-Ra with a slight chuckle. Beeleez-Ra helped Ethrador get into the stands and the two started to climb up them. As they neared the top of the arena the Bosmer looked down and saw five Imperial Legion's in the pit seemingly coming towards himself and the Argonian. ''What the hell?! I thought we had our freedom?'' Said the Bosmer in an angry tone. Lucky I picked up this bow, Ethrador thought. He shot five arrows, four of them hit true which was good enough as the last guard stopped trying to chase them and decided to tend to his injured comrades. They both breathed a sigh of relif.

The two had come to the top of the arena stands, Ethrador looked down and saw that there was no easy way to climb or slide down. Unfortunatly the only way to get down safetly was to jump into a marsh that had a body of water in it that was completely black, he couldn't see past it's surface. ''Dammit, we're going to have to jump I'm afraid buddy, it's the only way'', Ethrador said to his friend nervously. The two took a small run up and launched themselve's into the pool of water, thankfully it was deep enough that they could land relitivaly easily. Ethrador came back up to the surface spitting out the vile substance that was in his mouth, he looked at his surrounding's making sure the path was clear so they could get out of the water. It was and he hoisted himself out and pulled Beeleez-Ra onto the land. The Bosmer looked at the enivornment around him, it was full of boggy swamps, high grass, jungle's of tangled tree's and there was no road in site. It had to be the most inhospitable place he had ever seen in his life and it was near civilisation as well which made Ethrador nervous about what could be out in the wilderness where nobody lived. Only the god's know what kind of mosterous beings could be out here, Ethrador thought as shiver's were sent down his spine. He turned to his friend. ''I take it you know how to get out of here and how to deal with the environment seeing as you were raised here? What shall we do? Where shall we go? Shall we try and meet up with the others?'', Ethrador said to Beeleez-Ra in a tone of voice that made him seem panicked.

Andi sat back on his bed in his cell, reading one of his favorite books about Sheogorath the Prince of Madness. He was a follower of Sheogorath for obvious reasons, they were both nuts, and they were both the 'same kind' of nuts. He sat back on his bed comfortably reading while most of the other prisoners were attempting a break out, and doing pretty well at it too.

Sitting on the floor next to his bed was Andi's pile of books about Sheogorath, Andi called his collection 'The great stack of Sheogorath'. He was so very proud of his collection, it meant everything to him.
On the top of the book stack was a book full of poems written by Shegorath himself, only a small number of copies of this poem book were released. Most people don't even know it exists, including many worshipers of Sheogorath. This was the most 'calming' of the books as it made a lot of sense to Andi, and he was looking forward to reading some of the Mad God's poems to his new friends, anyone who would still be in a cell after all the ruckus had calmed down. If Andi was still here himself.

IC: The blade was sent spinning from Ashina's hands, bouncing across the floor to the feet of a guard as Ashina herself stumbled without such romance. This time, she got up before the Imperials were upon her, and also had the element of surprise, but now she'd misjudged the strength of the door's hinges and had sent herself careering into the room unarmed those advantages did not mean much.
She had to act quickly. Taking a spear from the top of a cabinet, she sank back into a fighting position, her back to the wall, crouched down like a frightened cat with the tip of the spear tilted upwards.
The Imperials gathered around her, approaching with their shields across their chests, grabbing their silver shortswords. Through their ranks marched the warden, parting his bodyguards like a dhow would slice the waters of the Inner Sea. He stepped forwards at an almost ghostlike pace, his spinning sword whistling a prophecy to Ashina's superstitious ears, his armour glowing white with powerful and unknown enchantments. And at once, just as it looked as if he would charge and be done with the situation, he stopped, and he forced a smile.
"You decided your sentence before your trial? Most choose to fall on their own sword. I have had many of your tribesmen dragged through that door, ashkhan," the Imperial said, gesturing to the door Ashina had just broken down. Ashina dared to follow his gaze, although her eyes swung back to him when he resumed his speech. "They never came to face Imperial justice. They ran themselves through in their prisons. But you broke out, and got past the guards I had outside? No-one has ever done that at Blackrose before. And hundreds have tried. I respect you for your skill and bravery, ashkhan. Would you honour me to fall beneath my blade?" Ashina's eyes widened, seeing the Imperial's words as something of a joke.
"For you to so lightly take honour into your mouth as if it were currency in your hand, I see no reason why I should do you any favours. Nothing you do can be defined as honourable, Imperial, you are the warden of a political prison. It's in your nature to use cheap tricks and illusions. That's what the Empire is - a confidence trick. I have shaken your best armies, and took a hammer to your foundations, and I am under no illusion that your Empire is invincible, or even powerful enough to hold what it could not even take by force in the days of its power."
"You may shake us, Ashina, yes, but your actions, no matter how legendary, are nothing but a sideshow to the actions of the Empire. Outside of Cyrodiil, Ashina, things continue as they always have done - with peace and prosperity. And your campaign is over."
"After I kill you I resume the war," Ashina declared. "From here, I'll take fire and sword to the gates of the major cities of Black Marsh, and will raze them to the ground. I will destroy your fleets, I will burn down your farms, I will tear down the manors of the monopolists stone by stone, and wash away the last vestiges of Imperial civilisation in a blood tide, on the crown of which rides freedom."
"You are a poet, Ashina, but are you a fighter? I challenge you for the honour of High Chancellor Ocato, Imperial Battlemage. Whose honour do you armour yourself with, Dunmer?" Ashina grinned.
"Yours." She burst forwards with the ferocity of a whirlwind in a beer glass, with a war cry that shook the silver on the table. The wind from Ashina's mad, frenzied rush lilted the tapestries from the walls, and blew papers from the warden's desk. She did not see who she fought or how - her mind showed her not the battle, but images of her victory. But somehow she could fight with precision, each niche in both blades meeting with another to create a perfect rhythm of parry and strike and block and twist, almost like a dance.
The two combatants span and whirled around each other, striking blades, armour, and flesh, spilling blood and gore to the tiles, and scratching the furniture, breaking chairs in half as their battle raged around the room, spinning in circles. Soldiers moved out of the way, and clapping and cheering prisoners broke free to watch the spectacle, not daring to try and get past the flawless combat and the fearsome fighters. An ashkhan and an Imperial warden - they both had high stakes, everything to win and nothing to lose - but their fight represented something more than this.
The inherited rage generated by thousands of years of betrayal and warfare between their two people was embodied in their duel, and as cause and right slipped away from him, bloodied, battered, exhausted, and humiliated the Imperial warlord fell to his knees with a jarring impact.

OOC: Dibs on AndiTBone having the final post in this RP!

Dolan found that the guards were easing down a bit and cut the strings to the corpses that he lulled around. The air was tense and electric; the warden himself had made a personal challenge to the Dunmer, and the sense of ceremony filled the wide torchlit room. The guards stood back, some of them lulling, some of them with their weapons clearly sheathed. Even the violent inmates paused to observe. It was not just an old conflict between hunter and captor, thought Dolan a bit more haughtily than he usually did. This was something much more.

As the warden fell face down into a pool of blood, there was a restless pause, but a pause nonetheless. The rowdy cheering had stopped. Inmates stepped back. Guards stepped back. All stepped back. And the cheers began anew with the prisoners, who began to fight again. Dolan seized the opportunity to grab the warden from his sudden death and raise him from battle with the strings. He could feel the years of experience on him, but also the weight he carried of his defeat. His head hanging much lower than most of the other guards he had used for the battle, Dolan pulled with a bit more effort. A few guards had backed away in fear, but one curious one got close enough and Dolan instantly seized the opportunity to lob off his face with the warden's sword. Battle ensued, and the guards simultaneously attacked. the warden's warden did not mind much, and merely rose the body violently high, almost touching the ceiling. He then spun him around wildly, his blade spinning like an old trap in a fort.

"Why, that's almost cheating," Dolan smirked, and returned the warden back to his original median hover. He attempted to mimic what techniques the warden used with mock efficiency; knowledge was passed on through the strings to Dolan, allowing him to partially know what the warden knew. As he fought on, Dolan realized that the other guards sized him up as an odd threat, and he reacted accordingly, breaking his grip over the warden and running off through a crowd of fighting prisoners and guards to throw them off.

"That's just disturbing."

Zi'jar watched Dolan toy with the guard warden with a child-like fascination. He was entranced by the way he moved him; it was almost sickening.

Almost.

Noticing that the other guards were wary of the now risen warden, Zi'jar snuck up behind them, preparing his mind and body for whatever might come. With precision only an assassin could attain, he grabbed one guards neck, an argonian, and twisted it. A sickening snap followed, and the guards body went limp. He dropped his short spear and shield. Zi'jar quickly snatched up the spear, and turned it on the guard to his right. He swept his feet out from under him, watching him crash to the ground.

Raising his voice, Zi'jar yelled. "Dolan, I hope your having fun! This is more like a warm-up than a battle!" Zi'jar quickly stepped on the guard's stomach, thrusting his spear into his chest. With one last breath, the guard finally ceased moving.

Suddenly, Dolan lost control of the warden, and ran through a group of prisoners. Attention was once again back on Zi'jar.

"Oh you've got to be kidding me."

"Hah. Sorry, Khajiit, hold on a minute!" Dolan yelled across the room, jumping up over the crowd for every sentence. He trusted that Zi'jar could dispatch the guards efficiently while he got to the important matters. Dolan rounded up a few dead corpses and a cup, squeezing whatever blood he could from the commotion while hiding under a table. After the cup was about half full, a guard stabbed at the table and kicked Dolan. Visibly shocked, Dolan quickly drank the blood and blew it into the guard's face, temporarily knocking him back while Dolan swallowed the remaining blood. "Gah! At least back when I could season it..."

Running back into the action, Dolan clasped his hands out and yelled loudly, then clapped his hands together. A low rumble went through the room, not visibly audible in the riotous commotion. Bodies began to pop back into life ("five, to be exact. Higher than my usual take,") and confusion abounded again as prisoners fought guards fought undead prisoners and guards who were still getting hit by prisoners. Grand chaos erupted, bu it would do. It took the heat of of Zi'Jar long enough for him to compose himself after he slit the last guard's throat. Dolan realized that while power WAS in numbers, numbers were fodder for getting random people caught. They would need to get out fast. The bodies ("five, to be exact") served as a marvel distraction.

"ZI'JAR! ASHINA! HURRY UP, WE'VE GOT TO LEAVE THE FIGHT!"

Beeleez-Ra wiped the muck of his armor and looked around. It was good to be back in the jungles of Argonia, but he had to make sure he didn't leave Ethrador behind.
"Yes, we must get to the others. Let's go this way." He started headed east. He moved through the brush like it was nothing. I have a terrible feeling that the others are still in danger... Beeleez-Ra looked around, making sure that the road was clear. He motioned for Ethrador to follow him. Beeleez-Ra climbed one of the trees with much haste. He looked towards the front of the prison and saw two guards. He growled. He slid back down the tree, unsheathed his sword and walked up towards the entrance. The two guards saw him and readied their spears.
"Halt! Who goes there?" One asked. Beeleez-Ra sheathed the sword. He had an idea.
"I'm Gold-scale, member of the blackwood company." The guards relaxed.
"Good, there are a bunch of escapees and we were waiting for someone to put them down. I guess it's this ones job?" Beeleez-Ra nodded. As he walked past the guards he quickly unsheathed the sword again and cut them down. He motioned for Ethrador.
"Let's go get the others...are you ready for a conflict?"


OOC: Sorry for the short post..I'm really tired...My next post will be longer

As Dolan disappeared, Zi'jar hit another guard mid-stride with the butt-end of his spear. The guard doubled-over, collapsing, breathing heavily. A low rumble issued throughout the room. It reminded Zi'jar of a very minor tremor.

"What the..."

Dolan emerged from the crowd again, working his magic to give the escapees the edge once again. Zi'jar capitalized on this by killing the guard he had just thrown to the ground. One less guard, one less chance of someone getting hurt. Well, as long as they were a prisoner. Suddenly, Dolan yelled out to him and Ashina. They needed to get out, now.

Zi'jar was more than happy to oblige.

"Dolan! I'm coming!" With a burst of energy, Zi'jar hopped through the crowd of zombified and living guards, and arrived at Dolan's side. Ashina was still having her fun with the other guards.

With a devilish smirk, Zi'jar said to Dolan, "Shall we finish what we started? I do hate leaving something undone."

Ethradors' Argonian friend seemed happy to be in his native province. By the god's if this was my homeland I would be very unhappy to be back here, the Bosmer thought but he didn't tell Beeleez-Ra this as he may take offence to it. The two started to head east, the terrain was quite tough for Ethrador, the ground was sludgy, the grass was long and hard to get through with the low fatigue he had, vines from tree's were tangled and there was actually no visible road in sight. Nonetheless the Bosmer was still happy they were not attacked by any form of creature. In spite of this the Argonian was not troubled by the environment at all, the Bosmer followed him closely. Ethrador was stunned at how easily Beeleez-Ra was casually walking through the marshy jungle, the Bosmer was trailing about 20 meters behind him. 'Hey buddy wait up!''. Ethrador shouted to his friend who turned around and chuckled as he saw Ethrador struggeling to keep up with him.

About 10 minutes later they reached a large tree near the prison, Beeleez-Ra climbed it and spotted two guards by the entrance of the prison, he then told the Bosmer to follow him. He tricked the guard's into letting them into the prison and then dishonourably killed them which in truth Ethrador was quite impressed with.

''Well in all fairness no I am not ready for a conflict as I have just fought in an arena and walked through the most inhospitable terrain in Tamriel, but do I have a choice? C'mon lets go get the others'', Ethrador said to Beeleez-Ra with a chuckle. The Argonian just smiled back. As they walked down a long narrow hall way and Ethrador started to hear noises, strange noises. Some sort of noise the undead would make. ''What in Oblivion is going on down there?'', the Bosmer said to himself not really expecting any kind of answer. The sounds of battle got louder and louder until the Bosmer and Argonian were behind a door which must of led into some sort of office. Ethrador opened it causiously and his eyes widened in shock as he saw undead bodies roaming around the place as well as the prisoners and guard's fighting. The office would of been quite nicely decorated if it wasn't for the now blood stained walls and the mess made by the carnage of the battle. He saw Ashina who had just killed the prison Captain of some sort and Dolan who seemed to be the person raising the dead! I knew there must of been more to this man!, the Bosmer thought to himself. There was a guard facing away from Ethrador so he seized this opportunity to sneak up behind him and thrust his sword through the guards' neck, he did and the Imperial fell face first to the floor with a cry, Ethrador stood on his back and took his sword of the guard's neck which then started to bleed heavily. After dispatching about 2 more guard's the Bosmer suddenly heard Dolan shout with the top of his voice to get out of the prison immediatly. Ethrador thought this was a smart idea with all the undead roaming around the place. He decided to try and cut down a few more guard's before leaving seeing as his fellow prisoner's where still inside and having some difficulty with their battle. Seeing as Ethrador was near the door Dolan gestured for him to leave since he had the best chance. Before leaving Ethrador snatched some bottled water and a large coin purse he spotted on the desk in the office. The Bosmer motioned his hand to the door hoping Beeleez-Ra would follow. He then began to leave the scene as others started to escape as well.

IC: "Necromancy?" Ashina cried, loving the irony but still disgusted at what she assumed to be Dolan's art. She knocked one of the guards down, but didn't finish him, against her better judgement. He was now imprisoned in his own prison, and would be forever. It was then that she realised that this was truly a historic moment - it wasn't just the first escape from Blackrose, but the total overthrow of prison authority, and Imperial authority in southern Black Marsh. Ashina smiled, realising just how weak Imperial authority in this untamed land had been, for it to be destroyed so easily by a group of rioting prisoners.
She decided not to fight the other guards, leaving them for the adventurers that would plunder these ruins centuries later, or the Hist trees intent on reclaiming the ground, and perhaps an Argonian tribe or two, seeking shelter from the treacherous swamps of their homeland. Instead, she turned around to the door which her companions had fled through, only to see that there were guards blocking the way. She looked into the shadows behind the warden's desk, but nothing betrayed the presence of a door. So she turned around again, and leap without hesitation through the narrow window.
The glass shattered and rained down around her, as she dropped through the thick Black Marsh air into the adhesive waters of a moat.
From what she saw, the battle against the rioters had begun in earnest, and the courtyard between the main building and the wall was full of guards, assembled as if for a drill, although with real weapons that shimmered in the warm sunlight. But Ashina did not have time to plan a strategy, as she fell into the water, not able to reach out and grab the bridge, and, with the presence of an entire regiment, not wanting to.
The thick, sticky moat engulfed her as she braced herself for the impact. She pushed against the water, but it clung to her rather than moving around her, and with every movement she made the next became harder and required more of an effort on her part. It was warm, but made her shiver. She imagined that this was what it had felt like when she was in her mother, a hundred and twenty years ago.
Then she realised what it was. Hist sap - connected to the roots of hist trees that served as underground waterways. This was her escape.

Dolan saw Ashina jump through a window into the moat surrounding Blackrose. Not very good at jumping into water himself, fear of heights and all, Dolan decided to go along the front road, hopefully prepared for whatever awaited him at the exit. The rioting prisoners gave Dolan good opportunity to weave through the crowds hurriedly. He had the intention of leaving at the gates, the easiest move on his fear of heights.

Approaching the main gate ("Why, it hasn't changed since two years ago!"), Dolan prepared to use more than just a few dead bodies littered around to his advantage. Upon rushing through the already open door, Dolan was almost blinded by the raw sunlight enveloping him. Trees were in full bloom, and all was peaceful. But then he remembered that he was still escaping from a prison. Dolan saw swarms of crippled or dead prisoners and a mere ten guards for the forty corpses. "Oh, not good, not good" Mumbled Dolan as the guards charged towards him in full alertness. Necromancy being the long and daunting option, Dolan practiced his mysticism, and picking what bodies he could and in place of fighting with them, simply tossed them as fast as possible into the guards with telekinetic grace ("not that graceful, really..."). Some got knocked back, others fell into the moat, drowning due to their heavy armor. The trick was working so far, but Dolan needed to get more prisoners in fast for the remaining six guards. He opened the door and tried to push some more prisoners in as he readied some corpses...

Beeleez-Ra watched with horror as Ashina fell from the window. He didn't know that she had jumped. He ran inside, sword brandished and saw guards and prisoners fighting. A member of the Blackwood company came running at him. Beeleez-Ra parried the blade, swung his sword, slicing into the Argonian's throat. The soldier fell. Beeleez-Ra saw the Khajit and imperial fighting on the other side of the room.
"This one is coming friends!" He shouted. Three of the guards turned, and raised their swords.
"HOW MANY OF THEM ESCAPED!?" One shouted. He must have been new. Beeleez-Ra swung his sword but it was parried. The young guard looked pleased that he was able to parry a sword. He looked at the other two guards.
"HAHA! Look what I did! I was able to parry!"
"Shut up Rookie!" One of them shouted. Wow, this battle is going to be entertaining... The rookie guard jabbed his sword towards Beeleez-Ra's chest. Beeleez-Ra side stepped, parried the sword of another guard, reached around grabbed his wrist, slashed the rookie guard with his comrade's sword, broke the guard's wrist, was now duel wielding, and cut down the other guard. The two guards fell to the ground, dead. The other guard gasped in horror at how fast his two comrades fell. Beeleez-Ra dropped the guards weapon and tightened his grip on his newly acquired weapon.
"How..how in Oblivion are you that skilled in fighting?" Beeleez-Ra chuckled. He had a flashback to his very first battle. Then his face slightly fell, as he remembered the girl from the arena. It was Silvertail, the female he loved as a young Argonian.


The knights of Argonia were standing on the docks, waiting for the dunmer of Morrowind to return from their latest slave trade. The ground started to tremble as the slave cart came rumbling down the road. The Redoran knights saw the Argonians and they stopped. They unsheathed their blades and cautiously moved towards the dock.
"Beeleez-Ra, this is your first real battle. Remember your training and you should be fine. If it seems like you're about to be killed, jump into the marsh. Don't worry young one, we will rescue her. If anyone should mate with my granddaughter, Silvertail, it's you. I have that much respect for you Beeleez-Ra. NOW! KNIGHTS OF ARGONIA, CHARGE AND FREE OUR KIN!!" The troops charged, Beeleez-Ra was near the tail end because he was not used to heavy armor. The dunmer charged and the sound of metal hitting metal filled the air. Chaos filled the docks quickly. Dunmer and Argonian alike fell in blood. A Redoran knight killed an Argonian, pushed his body into the marsh and saw Beeleez-Ra. The knight ran towards Beeleez-Ra and raised his sword. He swung it down and Beeleez-Ra parried the sword. Beeleez-Ra jabbed upward but the knight sidestepped. Beeleez-Ra let go with one hand and punched the knight, hurting his knuckles, not realizing that the armor was steel. Beeleez-Ra and the knight both howled out in pain, which was lost in the sound of the battle and screams. Beeleez-Ra gathered up his strength and jabbed the sword into the knights helmet, up through his skull. He puled the sword out and kicked the knight. Blood from his first kill splattered the blade and Beeleez-Ra felt alive, for the first time in his life. He was made to fight. As the battle wore on, the Dunmer were losing their moral. Beeleez-Ra ran over to the cart. He saw Silvertail, and his heart started pounding. She smiled at him, tears streaming down her face, and then she screamed as a blade was pushed through Beeleez-Ra's shoulder. He howled out in pain and then turned, his anger blaring.
"That was not honorable." He told the Dunmer. Beeleez-Ra reached over his shoulder and grabbed the hilt. He pulled the sword out of his shoulder, not feeling pain because his adrenalin was pumping. He was now dual wielding. He killed the knight quicker then anyone has killed a Redoran knight in history.
"Are you okay, Beeleez-Ra?" Silvertail asked, sobbing as she watched his shoulder bleed.
"I'm fine. Don't worry, Silvertail. As long as this one holds a blade, I'll fight for you, Argonia, and peace...

And he tended to keep that promise. She'll probably hate this one for not remembering... The guard moved cautiously. Beeleez-Ra sheathed the Akirvi weapon. He took the sheath off his back and threw the weapon to the ground. He then picked up the two imperial swords, put the sheathes on his back, and dual wielded. This was how he was trained. He held the two swords with much more ease then the two handed weapon. He then faced the guard.
"I'm sick of this one..." He charged at the guard, slid and sliced the guards ankles. The guard fell to the ground, howled in pain and Beeleez-Ra stood up. He formed scissors with the two swords at the guards neck. He sliced the guards head off. The guard's headless body fell. Beeleez-Ra reached over his back, sheathing the swords. The adrenalin left his body and he fell, and landed face first on the stone floor. Ashina, Ethrador, Imperial, Khajit...I'm sorry..please, escape..I..I need to get to Silvertail....
"Ethrador...help me find Silvertail...." He blacked out, the last thing he heard was feet shuffling along the stone surface.

As Zi'jar watched his comrades escape in various forms, he decided that just maybe, it wasn't such a bad idea. Thrusting his spear into yet another guard, he used it now as a pole to vault himself towards the exit. Another ten feet, Zi'jar could see it.

And then he fell. A guard, catching him mid-air, threw him to the ground. He landed with a thud, the cold stone rushing to meet him with a less-than-friendly embrace. With the wind knocked out of him, Zi'jar gasped for air, taking in large mouthfuls with every gasp. Suddenly, the guard was on top of him, thrusting handcuffs onto him yet again. He punched Zi'jar in the jaw, once, twice, not stopping for anything.

This bastard is going to kill me! Where are the others?!

The guard brought his hands together high above his head, as if to inflict a killing blow upon his opponent. Zi'jar took the opportunity, throwing the chain connecting his cuffs around the guards neck. He crossed his arms, choking the guard, watching in a frenzied surge of adrenaline as the man turned blue, purple, and finally collapsed on top of him. With as much strength as Zi'jar could muster, he pushed the body off of him. He got up, and ran to the open door to a courtyard, the sun casting it's brilliant glare on top of him.

Dolan was outside already, fighting guards with guards, in a mildly ironic and morbid display of magical ability. He had already dispatched a few, but there were still many more to come.

"Dolan! I need outta these shackles!"

Before Ethrador left the room he was shocked when he saw Ashina jump out of the window down into the murky river under the bridge. The Bosmer rushed over to the window and peered his head out of it to see if he could spot her. ''Dammit we needed her for this escape!'', Ethrador said to himself angrily. However he realized he had no time to go looking for her as his friends were still in trouble. A guard had tried to sneak up on Ethrador whilst he was looking out the window, as he swung his blade the Bosmer turned and ducked causing the guard to stumble forward hanging out of the window, Ethrador capitalized on this by cutting the Imperials' head off, his lifeless body fell into the water below. Another foolish guard tried to charge at Ethrador, he hoisted his claymore above his and attempted to cut down on Ethrador, the Bosmer simply side stepped and and thrusted his shortsword into the guards' skull.

The Bosmer turned to Beeleez-Ra who just decapitated a guard. Although suddenly he fell to the ground on his face. ''BEELEEZ-RA!'', Ethrador shouted whilst sprinting towards him. The Argonian mentioned something about finding someone called Silvertail. Ethrador had no idea who this was but it could of possibly been a loved one of his meaning he would have to help, he knew all to well what it was like being deprived of seeing someone you loved and in his heart the Bosmer knew he had to help. After all Beeleez-Ra helped him escape so he had to return the favour. Ethrador hoisted the Argonian which took great strength and effort due to the fact he was wearing such heavy armor. How can anyone wear this stuff!, Ethrador thought as the pressure from the weight of the armor increased. He got outside quite easily as the guard's and prisoner's were now fighting on the bridge by the main gate. When they got outside Ethrador put Beeleez-Ra down against a wall so he could clear his path. He took out his bow and knocked three arrows, thankfully the guard's where in close range so the Bosmer was able kill the trio of the guard's. He was down to only six arrows but luckily he had killed an archer, he took the fifty arrows from the archers' quiver and put them in his. He caught sight of Dolan trying to fling dead bodies using telekenisis into the guard's, Ethrador knew he had to tend to Beeleez-Ra but it was wrong to leave a man behind, especially if they would probably be killed if he did. The Bosmer helped him buy shooting arrows at the guard's. He shot six which definatly killed at least four consequently causing the other two to flee. He helped Dolan push some of the prisoner's inside. ''C'mon Dolan let's get out of this mess now whilst we have the chance'', Ethrador said to the Imperial quickly. The Bosmer picked up Beeleez-Ra and rested him in a safe space away from any fighting area's so he could tend to him without any distractions. Ethrador remembered the water he had snatched from the desk in the office and poured some of it on the Argonians' face and also started lightly slapping him. ''Get up buddy, c'mon get up, you can do it!'', Ethrador encouraged the Argonian.