OOC: Also Valen Dreth dies in the dark brother hood quests. And, if you Liston to the the conversation he had with the guard, he was scedualed to be released the day you kill him.... so it doesn't really make since having him in the RP. Unless, this takes place before Oblivion.


IC:
John went fast asleep on the bedroll, as he looked forward for the next day, when he group would meet again discussing the plan. John was only in jail for about a 5 days now but even so he couldn't stand that it was 5-days token from his life. 5 days he would never get back.

''Wake up! breakfast! You prisoner,'' said a voice awaking John from his sleep.

John opened his eyes to see that the Slop-Drudge was handing out the daily meal early today. John got up and walked to the cell door as the Slop-Drudge put his arm through the bars ready to hand it to John.

As John reached for it the Slop-Drudge purposly dropped the bowl and split it all over Johns feet.

''Guess you'll have to eat it off the floor. Hahaha,'' said the Slop-Drudge as he walked away.

''Eat my s***! You filthy Slop-Drudge! What do you make? A couple coins a week? Haha! I used to make a thousand times that every couple days! And I will agian once I get out of here,'' replied the John.

The Slop-Drudge walked away and began feeding the other prisoners. Pulling off the same 'joke' on most of them.

John wasn't too angered though. He wasn't hungry anyways.

ooc: No no you don't understand his plan fails. He's going to get attacked by a swarm of legionaries before he can get anyone out.

OOC: Oh I see, he gets exectuted I presume, he doesn't have to though...

excuted of course not but im not going to post it just yet i want someone else to continue.

Liv waited by her bedroll for the slop drudge to perform the same "joke". She'd heard him do it at all the other cells down the hall, and had no doubt that he'd repeat it at her cell. After all, what did it matter if everyone knew exactly what he was going to do, and he had pulled the same "prank" dozens of times already? What could more exciting than throwing the hapless prisoners' already unappetizing gruel on the dirty floor? Not much, if you have the intellect of a gnat. "A gnat with a sadistic streak," she added.

Sure enough, as she watched, he "dropped" her bowl, laughed, and walked away. She sighed. She might not want to hurt most of the guards and workers here, but, when they got out of this hellhole, she wouldn't mind planting a good, hard punch in that SOB's nose.

The she frowned. She had been trying to ignore the clatter and boisterous laughter of the slop drudge, but now she concentrated on sounds from a distant end of the prison...faint, but noticeable. It sounded like...screaming. Yes, that was it. It was getting louder now. Her frown deepened. What in heaven's name was going on?

Ri'zaym woke up to the sound of dropping bowls. He was feeling groggy from waking up, as he did every morning. The Slop Drudge was coming his way, and he was pulling the same old joke by dropping the bowls on the floor. Sure it was slop, but Ri'zaym almost had a taste for it by now, it was kind of good tasting to him, which was somewhat disturbing.

As the Slop Drudge came to Ri'zaym's cell, he prepared to drop the bowl, but Ri'zaym was sick and tired of this crap. The Slop Drudge reached into the cell with the bowl, and quickly Ri'zaym grabbed the man's arm and the bowl, pulling the man close so Ri'zaym was face-to-face. "You see your arm? It is mine right now you son of a [censored]! If you keep pulling this crap on us, by Dagon I will take this arm with me next time, got it!" and the terrified man nodded his head. Ri'zaym let him go, "If you tell the guards, I'll find a way... you will die."

Ri'zaym sat and ate his bowl in peace. Listening as the Slop Drudge went to the next cell, and no bowl was heard hitting the floor.

Firenze woke, shivering with a cold sweat, he had just had the dream again
No... he told himself It'll all be alright...
He got to his feet and dusted himself off, stretching his back out. Firenze noted that a cold pot of gruel was half-spilled on the floor of his cell, near the clunky iron doors.
"They expect me to eat that?" He said to himself, then an Imperial Guard came along, banging the hilt of his sword on each of the cell doors.
"Okay!" He yelled "Get up and out in the Courtyard, we guards have got some questions to ask all you little buggers!"

All of the prisoners seemed in a daze as they were half walked, half shoved out into the Courtyard at seven in the morning, they usually went out after ten, they were all there, Firenze, Liv, John but there was one problem, where was Keith?
After they were all lined up by a particularly nasty guard, the Warden came out, followed by two of his best guards, brown-nosers really.
"I've heard..." He started "That some of you have been starting a little run-away, well let me tell you this, we'll find you and execute you all. No one escapes my prison..."

OOC: This lil' predicament should last at least a good page, so feel free, don't run though, cause you'll get shot and horribly mutilated. have fun!

Liv grimaced. Keith wasn't here. That meant one of two things...either, Keith found about the plot and ratted them out...or... She remembered the commotion she'd heard at the other end of the jail. He hadn't tried to escape on his own, had he?

Then the pug-nose warden said, "I've heard that some of you have been starting a little run-away. Well let me tell you this, we'll find you and execute you all. No one escapes my prison..."

"Some of us?" Liv asked, scoffing. "It was all of us." The warden's deep-set eyes blinked at her, as though surprised by the confession. "We decided we'd all, all at once, actually eat the slop you try to pass of as food...we'd end up dead, sure, but we'd be out of this hell hole at least. Plus you'd lose the privilege of pocketing the few pennies a day you're sent to buy food for us."

The warden's dark expression grew even more furious, but she preferred a diversionary fury?at least his focus, for a few moments at least, wasn't the plot to escape. Right now, his attention ? and fury -- was focused on her; hopefully one of her fellow conspirators would do some quick thinking. Otherwise, they ? her particularly ? were in for some trouble.

"At least," she thought ironically, "he's already talking about killing us?so the worst he can do is what he's already gonna do."

OOC: Wait if they just marched all the prisoners out don't you think they would've found the guard Kieth killed?

Kieth was trying to keep his head down.... he had just heard the loud shouts of the guards as they marched the prisoners straight into the courtyard. And it had been about 10 mintues before Kieth had only gotten about 2 prisoners free. And out of those two prisoners one was Breton and the other was an argonian, which means a riot would be impossible. And the 2 useless races would make it even more harder.... he couldn't use these two at all, he needed something with sheer muscle on it's bones like an orc or a Nord in order to take down a guard in heavy set armor. But now Kieth sat in a dark corner where sunlight failed to reach. He decided he was going to stop and come up with a different plan, with the help of the argonian and the breton of course.

"Okay then you two what can you both do?", Kieth asked the two while they all sat on the floor and started at each other.

"Well i can breath under water....", the Argonian said rasing his hand.

"Well... that would be useful IF THIS PRISON WERE TO HAVE A SINGLE POOL OF WATER!!!!", The reguard yelled in anger towards the argonian, making him realize maybe he should've been a bit quicker with his plan to release the prisoners and then maybe he could have something more useful.

"Okay what can you do breton? I bet you got some kinda of magic like thing going on there yo. Whatta ya do?", Kieth asked now turning his attention to the breton.

"Oh my well I am a 50 year old man and have been to many mages guild and mage universitys and also i've always found that soul gems just don't work as well as black soul gem....."

"Dammit did i ask for your life story what the [censored] can you do old man!!!", Kieth yelled as he cut off the breton.

"Oh well I specialize in Destruction and Necromany......"

Kieth stared at the breton confusion for a moment and then asked "Exscuse me what was that last one?"

"Uh.... uh..... um Alteration!!!", the breton spat out quickly.

"It better be.... okay then lets see well since we can't exactly take on the entire imperial legion alone we'll have to escape the old fashion way, were gonna sneak out!!!", Kieth said optimisticly.

"Um I gotta question!!!", the argonian said rasing his hand.

"Yes", Kieth said rolling his eyes.

"Um if all the guards are in the courtyard and the only exit is through the courtdyard how are we going to get through?"

"I'm not sure... they'res no places to hide since it's just one giant open square. Hopefully the guard we'll be so distracted with the prisoners they won't notice us. But once we get passed the courtyard we're home free. Now does that sound good?", Kieth said.

"Yeah sure", said the argonian.

"Good now let go get'em", Kieth said as they began to walk towards the courtyard. And within seconds they found themselve opening the large iron doors to the courtyard and sure enough men were standing side to side marched up in a line in front of the guards. Kieth quickly began to notice that quite a few prisoners had already noticed them. And were making angry faces of digust as they began their sneak around the guards. Kieth prayed to the nine divines that one wouldn't yell out and alert the guards of their presence, but it looked as if most of the prisoners were just keeping to staring and not yelling. Kieth was sure Valen Dreth would be out for revenge but he had just recieved a large punch from one of the guards stratight into his stomach. But he seemed to be the only one who was unable to notice the three as they made their trip around the edges of the courtyard.

wtf is this dead?

OOC: I guess, unless anyone wants to post...(HINT HINT!!!!)

Suddenly the prison gates opened and the guards kicked J'Dato in he had just been beaten up by half the guards in all of Tamriel! 'Ha your never coming out of here you rotten flea bag!' Shouted the guards as they shut the gate. J'Dato tried to get up but just fell down again.