Liv had absconded herself shortly after her tete-a-tete with Ri'zaym. In a sense, she admired how cautious he had been -- neither confirming nor denying her supposition that they he and his friend, Firenze, were planning a breakout; but in another sense, his caution only reinforced her own. She didn't know these Khajiit, and they didn't know her. Caution on all sides would be a good thing. And yet... Yet she longed to be free, and she saw that yearning in their eyes as well.

She gritted her teeth, determining to just follow her instincts -- and her instincts told her that they were planning a break-out, and this might be her opportunity.

Retracing her steps, she headed back to the wall. She was surprised to see the two Khajiit back in conversation. Ri'Zaym, the one with whom she had spoken, was crouched beside the other, Firenze, speaking in low tones. Should she creep closer, hoping to overhear what they were saying?

No, she decided. She wanted them to be able to trust her, and eavesdropping was hardly a way to convince them of her trustworthiness. Clearing her throat to alert them to her presence, she walked toward the pair.

Kieth was bathing himself with one of the few tubs the guards provided. It was meant for drinking but all the prisoners just used it for washing themselves in as well. And Keith was finally glad to be using it alone until another inmate walked in on him.

"Hey Kieth how's it hangin."

"Hey Mazzack Gro Bach.", Kieth said akwardly as a naked 7 foot orc stood before him. The orc was kinda known more as the bath buddy or the guy who jumps in the bath tub only when theres someone else in there. Mazzack then picked up a bar of soap and began to rub it on his body, he made sure not a single part was left untouch by suds. On the other hand Kieth was trying to hurry up and finish. If Mazzack actually was what he was rumored then he would surley have no chance against this 300 pound muscle power house. As the two countiued Kieth soon felt a pair of eyes staring at him and he turned around to see Mazzack starring at Kieth but then quickly turning away. Another couple awkard minutes passed when all of a sudden a bar of soap seemed to fall out of no where right in front of Kieth.

"Oh sorry Kieth can you be a friend and pick up my soap for me?", Mazzack said as the Redguard turned to see where the soap came from.

"..... ah hell no i can't do this." Kieth grabbed a towel and ran out as fast as he could to the courtyard.

"You are Firenze?" Liv was asking by way of greeting. "I was told that you are the one to speak to, if I want to get out of this place."

At that moment, a commotion at the gate to the courtyard drew everyone's attention, Liv's included. A sleek, brown eyebrow raised quizzically, she watched as a naked Redguard, wrapping himself awkwardly in a towel, headed into the midst of the crowd, greeted by all eyes and a few bouts of laughter.

She shook her head. She didn't know, and she didn't want to know.

That settled, she turned back to Firenze.

The other Khajiit had just walked over and asked how they were going to get out, Firenze hit his forehead with his palm.
Already people are asking...
"Hello, kin," He said, furrowing his brow. "Let me guess, that other guy told you?"

He tapped his foot.

"I have just one question to ask you..." As he said this he took a single lockpick from his unlocked wrist irons.
"You any good at pickin' locks?"

She nodded with a slight smile, responding, "Very. I typically use spells, but, any locks that my spells can't handle, I can take care of with a pick."

She hoped that didn't sound too boastful...but it was the truth, anyway.

"So, am I in?"

Firenze nodded in confirmation.
"One more thing..." He readied his fist, "Can you fight!?"

He threw the fiirst punch as soon as he finished his sentence...

OOC: Rachel, you don't have to get owned (:D) you can floor him or something....

OOC: lol, good to know.

She deflected the blow with one hand, and jabbed a clenched fist toward the Khajiit's solar plexus. She stopped just before making contact, and nodded. "I can hold my own," she said, returning both hands to a defensive position. She didn't want to fight, but she wasn't taking any chances.

Setting down the large weight set he had been curlin Tiberious set it into the dust. The man was possibly the largest being on the courtyard. except the large kahjiit,maybe. Tiberious walked to the group his tattoo's shining in the sunlight due to the sheen of persperation his dark skin marked him as an imperial but the nordic blood that was in him was marked by his size. making his way to the group he smiled slighty. "You kitties are too loud for your own good, whats the plan?" Tiberious had been in the prison for years. And he had been there longer then anyone here, he thought. Tiberious made a slight smile to the female. It had been years since he felt soft skin, and even if it was furred he wouldnt mind.... Tiberious eyes turned to Fir. "If you dont want me in its ok i wont say nothing...But im quite possibly the best fighter here." Tiberious's smirked at the big kahjiit. "I'm Tiberious by the way but you can call me Lion."

OOC: Is it too late for me to start posting? My posting rights were disabled for 3-days, and I was unable to post before.

OOC: Of course not John, post away.

Shocked at how quickly the Khajiit had deflected his punch and aimed a shot at a massive nerve cluster, Firenze just stared, wide-eyed at the woman for a moment, then,
"Yes, you definatly can hold you own."

Then he saw a Nord come up and greet them, at least he seemed to he a Nord, but he had the same hooked nose and snotty expression as an Imperial.
"Yes," Firenze whispered. "We are planning a break-out, but no-one must know without my say-so, if some-one looks good in a fight or looks as if they can help in any way, come to me and I'll ask them. Now skat!" There was no point in denying it now, she'd come, or they'd all die...

Ri'zaym made a deep rumbling noise, like the beginnings of a roar, but instead he simply smiled. He knew he could take this mutt of a Nord, but nevertheless, he respected a fighter, "Tiberious, eh? A strong name. I am Ri'zaym, and whether or not you would last in a fight against me, hopefully you will last in a fight beside me."

Tiberious would smile his neck arched up slightly to meet the large cats gaze. "Well Ri'zaym, find me a way to the tool shed and let me gt my hands on a sythe with a nice counter-balance and i'll hold off a squad of men,as long as its close quarters, how do you fight?"




ooc:sorry so short but im on the sideline right now

"Close-quarters mainly, I prefer to look in my enemies' eyes as he dies. A scythe would be nice as well, I have always preferred the blade to any other kind of weapon, aside from spears, however I can kill a man easily with my claws. I would show you a way to the tool shed, but frankly I don't know where it is. When the time comes, we'll find weapons, the guards won't know what hit them."

Ri'zaym was beginning to like this man more. In truth, Ri'zaym had carved a small chakram out of a shackle, and planned on using it soon. But because it was his only weapon, he wasn't going to let anyone know of its existence.

''Move!,'' said a guard pushing him into the courtyard bashing a club agianst his back, ''I said Move!!'' The guard repeated as smashed the spiked club against the John's back.

John ran forward a bit and fell to his knees as he screamed in pain.

''Go get some exercise, cur!''

Unsure what do do, John began punching a punching bag. When he saw a small group of prisoners talking, they semmed to be talking about escaping.

John walked up to them, ''I'd be more qiiet if I were you,'' said John, ''Don't worry, I wish to join you...''

Tiberious smiled slightly. "Well...you can call me lion,if it pleases you." The large man offered his had to the large kahjiit. Tiberious had stashed small sharpened scraps of iron with cloth handles behind a loose boulder in his cell. Tiberious thought about fighting beside such a self-assured warrior. The men he ran with back in the city allways ran and left Tiberious to fight the guards. "A Sythe would deffinetly be prefered but i can use about anything, I am quite profecient at boxing as well." Tiberious was takeing a liking to the large warriors they would probably be the two in front smashing through the guard. He couldnt wait and his green eye sparkled with battle furvour.

"Haha, I like you Man, you are different. Boxing is the sport, and art, of the oldest of warriors, I regard a true boxer highly." Ri'zaym extended a meaty paw and shook Tiberious' hand. "When the time comes, we'll show the guards who the animals are, and why they must fear what they guard." Ri'zaym also noticed a newcomer, he hadn't seen him before. "What has happened to secrecy, damn it?" said Ri'zaym, kind of miffed that so many had already heard about the plan, "We must have an ounce of discretion. Now then, who are you?"

''My names is John, I hail from bruma.,'' answered the nord, ''I'm good with a blade and capable of killing a man, I was once a bounty hunter for the legion... until I was accused of killing an innocent man. Which i did, but I was only following orders... the legion told me to kill him so I did. I didn't know he was innocent. I was arrested and sentenced for a life time down here. I can help you guys escape... what say you?''

Ralas saw the Nord talking to the Khajiit and told himself that as soon as the Nord walked away, he would ask the Khajiit about the escape. He had overheard a conversation during which an escape from the prison was mentioned, and the Khajiit seemed to be in charge. Ralas had his hypothesis confirmed, and decided to ask the Khajiit if he could be a part of the escape.

He would get out of this accursed prison, whether the Khajiit would have him be part of the escape or not.

Liv had watched the newcomers in silence. The two men were an interesting contrast...both had the build of Nords, but one had the complexion of an Imperial, and some of the features, too. The first, Tiberious, the Nord-Imperial, had struck her struck her as self assured, to a fault, but very capable. The second, John, was not so vocal about his talents, but he too struck her as a highly proficient warrior.

That's good, she thought. Nord strength and fighting prowess should come in handy.

Firenze noticed that everyone seemed to know, it wouldn't be long before the guards became suspicious, or found out, Talos forbid.

"Okay everyone, we must take our leave of each other, the guard will get rather interested, we must never make another greeting like this again. I'll contact you if necessary, now go!" Firenze immediately walked away to the gates, through that long, long passage and back to his cold, damp cell.

"Back again are we?!" Mocked a Dunmer from the opposite cell as the guard pushed Firenze through his cell doors.
"Cram it Dreth. Go back to pissing in that corner." Firenze smirked back, smiling at his little insult as Dreth shrunk back into a corner of his cell.

Another day, another stack of anxiety...

He lay down on his dusty bedroll and shut his eyes,

Another night, another shiver...

Kieth was sitting in his small cell at night with a small lamp on the glowed bright in the dark. He had been sitting there for hours widdiling away at a small scrap of metal that he had found outside in the courtyard. He was trying to turn it into a shank, and he was hoping the ordeal would take about 30 minutes to an hour. But he had started on it at sunset and continued working on it till late late late at night. In fact he had been trying to sharpen it for so long that he was almost tempted to try and weld something out of it using the small flame emmited by the glass lamp in his cell. But was quite determined to get out of here, he couldn't stand being here for much longer and it was starting to annoy him. Nearly another hour had passed before Kieth had actually started to see some progress with the shank. It was actually starting to look like a real dagger in no time, another 30 minutes and he was finally satisfyed with his shank. It was nice and sharp and looked like it would work pretty good killing someone. Kieth put it down and laid back against the wall, Kieth probably guessed it was about 3 a.m., and all the filing down had done a number on his hands. Rubbing to scraps of metal together had made him feel like caveman trying to make a spear by rubbing two rocks together. He then put the shank in his pocket, laid down and fell asleep.

"We must depart friends, we will meet back here tomorrow."

Ri'zaym had departed and went back to his cell as soon as Firenze told them all to do so as well. He sat, sharpening his chakram with a blanket over his shoulders and one candle lit on his bedside table. Ri'zaym began softly singing a lullaby he would sing to his daughter in Elsweyr. "Damn the guards, they'll pay... by the Daedric princes they'll pay." and a single tear rolled down his cheek. Soon, he hid the sharp metal ring in a safe place, got into his cot and went to sleep.

He would have his revenge against the guards... soon.

Liv did her best to recline on her uncomfortable bedding -- a bedroll that had seen better days, on a cold stone floor. She was not tired, and would not get to sleep for a long time. Instead, she laid back and absently studied the stones overhead, her mind active though her body remained inactive.

She had a primitive little dagger made of stone, more like a shard of sharpened rock with a makeshift hilt than a real weapon, secreted in her cell. It wasn't much of a weapon, although it had taken her long enough to grind into its current state; but it was quite sharp, and would certainly do the job. She sighed. She didn't like the idea of using it here -- it would be one thing on the people that put her here, but not the guards. Oh, sure, they were bastards occasionally, but by and large they kept order...and they thought they were just doing their job, keeping the empire safe from cutthroats and villains.

Her countenance grew grim. She'd seen too many people here that didn't belong...innocents thrown in for political reasons...people set up as fall guys and left to take the heat for things out of their hands...this wasn't justice. Then she sighed. Yet, for all the injustice of it, it wasn't the guards' fault, was it? The prison guards had no way of knowing the truth of these people's pleas...to them, they were just more criminals denying their guilt -- she was just another criminal denying her guilt.

She wished there was another way, but there wasn't; she couldn't stay here while the real criminals continued fleecing the empire and ruining lives, as they had tried to ruin hers, or she could take her chances and get out. And she had a duty to escape and see that justice was served...

Her lids had been growing heavier for awhile now, and finally her eyes closed as she drifted into sleep.

Like clockwork Kieth immediatley woke up the minute the first rays of the sun started to show through the sky. Kieth guessed it was now 5 in the morning. The perfect time for the guards to be in disaray. He was ready for the second phase of his plan. He felt down in his pocket for the shank... thank god it was still there. He got up and knocked hard against the wall of the cell next to him while yelling.

"Yo Dreth wake up. Dreth... DRETH."

"What what i'm awake...." Dreth talked through a nice long yawn.

"Dreth I need your help with something...."

"Wha.... help, why would I help you. Your the one who gave me a wedgie infront of all the other prisoners in the courtyard. They all called me awful names after that day it was horrible. So you just screw yourself you self centered Redguard!!!!", Dreth spat out at Kieth.

"Look you'll wanna help me because i can get us out of here.", Dreth's ears then perked up. A chance to get out would mean he would do anything.

"I'm listening.... continue", Dreth replied.

"Okay now listen I need you to start yelling loudly at the guard sitting on the chair at the end of the hallway, and wake him up. Then start taunting him to come over here. And then as he passes you by, i'll stab him and take his keys. We'll then go to every cell in the prison and release each and every prisoner causing a riot and making it so much easier to overpower the guards.", Kieth said his head was now sticking out his cell as was Dreth so they could talk face to face.

"Me why me, why can't you do it yourself?", Dreth asked.

"Because everyone knows you have the loudest and most annoying mouth in the whole prison.", Kieth said.

"Uhg well I never....", Dreth Scoffed.

"Look just yell really really loud then lure the guard over near my cell.", Kieth explained.

"Fine fine i'll try", Dreth then took in a big heap of air and screamed. The guard flinched but didn't wake.

"Louder", Kieth said. Dreth screamed again but still nothing. Only a couple prisoners mumbling shut up Dreth actually heard it.

"LOUDER!!!", Dreth then screamed so loud that it echoed throughout the prison. In fact Kieth wouldn't be suprised if everyone in the imperial prison was now wide awake with anger, and even the guard had now sprung to life with anger.

"Now Dreth", Kieth whispered.

"HEY DRETH SHUT UP BEFORE I COME OVER THERE.", The imperial guard yelled.

"NO YOU SHUT UP YOU IMPERIAL LAP DOG, YOUR JUST SORRY BECAUSE YOUR WIFE SCREAMED LOUDER WHEN I SLEPT WITH HER IN YOUR OWN HOME!!!", Dreth spat back at the guard.

"That's it now you've asked for it.", said the imperial as he drew his sword and began to walk to Dreths cell. That's when Kieth then ripped out his shank. He waited for a minute for the guard to get close enough and then he grabbed the imperial holding him against the cell bars.

"Wh.. what the.", Kieth then took his shank and stabbed him right in the back of the neck severing his spinal cord. The guard stared into space for a moment and then dropped down dead. Kieth then ripped the keys right out of his pocket and opened the cell door. As he walked out a free man now Dreth looked at him in confusion as he passed by.

"WAIT WHAT ABOUT ME", Dreth yelled at him.

"GO SCREW YOURSELF DRETH!!!", Kieth then ran around and began the next part of his escape plan.

OOC: Im sorry Dark Fox but I have my own escape plan. That isn't how it's going to work at all, I'm sorry if I messed up you hard work, but we'll escape soon. So, can you delete all of that post except for the first 2 lines, that's where it's good from, once again, sorry.