The mercs are in a tight spot. They got captured by Swampfolk and are imprisoned in cells. The only thing they have is their underwear. The good part, is they found Ivan. Now they must figure out how to escape.

AIDEN: STATUS: ALIVE
DAKAYEV: STATUS: ALIVE
ABRAHAM: STATUS: ALIVE
IVAN: STATUS: DECEASED, BLOOD LOSS OF TORN STOMACH
RED: STATUS: ALIVE
REAVER: STATUS: ALIVE
YEMIRES: STATUS: ALIVE
GARY: STATUS: ALIVE
GABRIEL: STATUS: INJURED, BITE WOUNDS
ROY: STATUS: INJURED, BITE AND SCRATCH WOUNDS
JAMES: STATUS: ALIVE
DAVE: STATUS: ALIVE



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Aiden looked at Ivan, who was at the corner of the room. He stood up and walked to him. Ivan had his head in his arms. Aiden pushed on Ivan's shoulder. Ivan began twitching, until he saw who it was. "A.. Aiden? Is it really you? Oh my God!" Ivan jumped up and hugged Aiden. "I'm so glad to see you guys! Are you here to save me or something? Oh, wait.." Ivan frowned. "They found you, too.."

"Yes, but we'll find a way out, okay? We're going to get you out of here!" Aiden said firmly. Ivan shook his head. "No, no.. They're going to sacrifice me, I heard them talk.. They're going to sacrifice me tonight at midnight in front of the shack. You won't be able to save me, guys.. I'm sorry.."

Dakayev awoke inside of the cell, along with everyone else. He looked at himself, his jumpsuit and Ushanka gone.

" Where the hell is my Ushanka!!!!! You [censored]ss give me back my Ushanka before I shove my rifle down your pestilent throats and make you drink your own pus!!!!!!!"


Dakayev roared with anger as he began to look around for his Ushanka and jumpsuit.

" IF I DON'T HAVE MY JUMPSUIT AND USHANKA BY THE END OF DAWN I WILL BURY THE SORRY LOT OF YOU CANNIBAL [censored]S IN YOUR OWN CAMPFIRE WHERE YOU CAN SING AND PLAY WITH THE FIDDLE IN HELL!!!!!!!!!"

I watched the Mercenaries get captured, it was an interesting sight, I watched the leader blindly trip a wire, which brought up a net and trapped the fools. I almost laughed, but I realised which Native's they were captured by, the crazy ones, these guys were into sacraficing strangers, killing people for fun... I started my slow body, I didn't want to die for these people, but, I had too much of a heart for that, I followed the guys to a shack. I recognised it instantly, this was a place of sacrafice.

I gulped as I watched the people get dragged into the basemant, I knew that I couldn't take them all on myself, they had guns, good guns. They had the mercenaries guns.... I moved backwards into the fog, I'd bide my time, I hoped the other Tribal was nearby to help me... Even if these fools got themselves into it, they didn't deserve to get killed by a bunch of superstitious [censored]s.

Gary had followed the swamp folk to a derelict shack in the bog. There didn't seem to be any noticeable landmarks around him. There were a few swamp folk sitting outside on the porch. One was taking swigs out of a whiskey bottle, and the other was doing Jet. They were both in a submissive state from the drugs. He took this as a perfect time to call the other tribal. He pinched the lower area of his tongue and let out 2 loud whistles. Any tribal worth their weight in salt knew that was a distress call.

He swung around the back of the shack, looking for a way to get in. He looked through a window and noticed a number of kitchen amenities. There was only a sleeping creeper inside. They must be in the basemant. He looked down at the basemant window. It was small, but he would be able to fit through it. He was going to wait for the other tribal.

David woke to Dakayev's screaming. The last thing he remembered was that they were knocked out by Swampfolk. David said, "Dakayev, calm down, yelling will get us nowhere." He noticed that they'd all been disarmed, but Ivan was with them. David said, "Ivan, it's nice to know that you're still alive, but now we have to figure out how to get out of here. Any ideas?"

Aiden turned to Dakayev, who was overreacting. "Dakayev, our stuff is gone. For all we know, those hillbillies are using your Ushanka as a colostamy bag. But i'm pretty sure that locker over there is where all our stuff is." Aiden said. He pointed at a locker left of the pens, but out of reach. The Swampfolk had left partial clothing parts hanging from the edge of the door of the locker.

"There's no use yelling, they'll just pick us off one by one. How did the bastards get invisible wiring? Damn, I couldn't see anything like a wire in front of me or anything.. At least we're reunited with Ivan." Aiden said in slight anger and annoyance.

Dakayev looked shocked at Aidens comment

" A colostamy bag!!!!!!!! I AM GOING TO BRING DOWN MY FISTS ON YOUR GREASY FACES AND ERASE WHAT LITTLE BRAIN MATTER YOU HAVE, THEN I WILL PISS OUT MY VODKA ON YOUR GRAVES AND LAUGH SO DAMN HARD YOU CAN HEAR ME IN HELL!!!!!!


And so Dakayev continued to scream and shout.

I heard a distress call, two loud whistles, I quickly started up and I moved around the shack, checking out every nook and crevice, soon enough, I noticed the Tribal I'd seen. I moved quickly and quietly over to him, he was still unaware to my presence so I muttered, "Either your in distress, or your planning on helping these people," I saw him twitch, most people jumped and yelled when they found out I'd moved so quietly to their side and talked right in their ear.

Although, this man was a tribal, so he knew that some people could do some things... I chuckled quietly, "Your the first person not to yell and scream, well done, now, tell me, what's your plan? I noticed where they're trapped, in the basemant, I remember this place, it's a place of sacrafice," I muttered, the man slightly nodded. I waited to see if he would say anything, or if he preferred silence like some Tribals.

I heard yelling and I looked down to the basemant area, that sounded like someone who was genuinely pissed.

OOC:

Guys, my computer is messing up, and I'm drinking, so I won't be able to post for long.

Gary stared at the hooded tribal for a second, and figured he was trustworthy and useful enough.

"First of all, my name is Gary. Second, we're going to slide in through this window. There's a brawler inside, so be quick and quiet. I'll beat him down with my hatchet, and get those [censored] tourists out of that cage. We're going to have to fight our way back up." Gary pulled his hatchet out. "Ready to get this done?"

"Ah [censored], where are w-" And Abe realized, they were in the old Sacrifice shack. "If they did one god damned thing to my rifle I'll [censored]in' kill em." said Abe in a very calm voice. "Well, maybe Red, Reaver, and that other Tribal have a plan." Abraham got up off the floor, "Ivan! Thank god you're alive man. We slaughtered a whole group of Swampfolk thinking they got ya."

Abraham thought he'd pass the time by humming an old tune he was familiar with, it was called The Battle Hymn of the Republic.

Abe heard two Tribal whistles, he responded back whistling again in a tune familiar with all Tribals. That was one of the things he remembered from Tribal life. "Is anyone there, Reaver?" asked Abe in a whisper, getting close to the basemant door.

(((OOC: Changing the whole thing, disregard this.)

((OOC: Why are you rescuing so fast? You can't just walk in, the cellar door is locked and guarded by Swampfolk.))


Ivan's eyes lightened up. "Wow. You guys really did that just to find me? It's nice to know I have good people on my side." Aiden smiled, sat back against the wall, and fell asleep.

*hours later*

Aiden opened his eyes. Ivan was gone. "Where's Ivan?" Aiden said. He suddenly remembered. The swampfolk must've tooken him to sacrifice him already. Once Aiden found out, he slumped back down against the wall feeling defeat. "We're done for.. All of us."

(OOC: That means that when we snuck in, it was later than that obviously, after Ivan was taken. Assuming you were in a kind of prison... Changing it around.)

IC:

I moved over to the window and I could see in, but I realised it was too small for either of us, I scowled but I raised my voice a little, "Abe? James? Someone?" I heard a shuffling as someone moved closer, "Okay, we're here to help, but, as odds are, this won't turn out too good, just keep your heads down tourists," I looked at Gary and I nodded. I moved back into the fog and I decided that now wasn't the time to attack.

We'd wait until night.

Dakayev saw that Reaver and the tribal they encountered earlier on were breaking in.

" I want my Ushanka now!!!! Give it to me!!!!! God so help me tribal if you don't give me back my Ushanka!!! AND my jumpsuit,or you will drown in a pool of your own damn punga [censored]!!!!"

((OOC: It's the exact equivalent of a jail cell, ecept we're all in it.))

"Chill, Dakayev!" Aiden yelled. He stood up and walked to the two Tribals. "What the hell are you two doing here? I thought you hated us."

Abraham was relieved to be out of the blasted cages. "Thanks, Reaver, and Gary was it?" Abe shook the Tribal's hand. Abe then found an old locker, lo and behold it was all of his things: the Sharps rifle, his apparel, his Civil War Captains hat, and his .32, as well as his axe, ammo and supplies bag. Once Abe was suited up, locked and loaded, he spoke "Now I'm pissed off, Reaver, you have your axe and I have my Sharps, lets get to work shall we."

With a grin, Abe looked around as everyone seemed to be getting ready, "I wonder where Red is?"

Dakayev looked at Abe just as his cage was broken open

" Is my Ushanka and jumpsuit still there? It better be there........"

Dakayev began to feel a violent urge.

As opposed to everyone's bickering, and panicking, James was staying calm. He remembered an Ethiopian lullaby his mother used to sing to him when he'd begin to panic.

James recited the lyrics quietly to himself, but loud enough so the others could hear him. He wanted to make an example of how you should act in this situation, as opposed to Dakayev's bantering about his damn hat. James would've been far more pissed off had they taken his father's journal, but he kept that in a secret pouch of his jacket, so nothing would happen to it.

Once he was done reciting the lullaby James spoke up to Dakayev, however he didn't look at the angry Russian, just kept his eyes closed.

"You know you're only going to piss them off even more, and they're going to take you off, and roast you over a fare alive, dancing to a banjo, so I suggest you quit it before you get yourself, and all of us killed."

He then got up and headed over to the tribals.

OOC: Okay, let's get this straight.. Okay, NO ONE POST ONE MORE THING! NO ONE EDIT ANYTHING! Ghoul, you tell us, what are we going to do? Half the people are confused because of us breaking in, half of us are a bit behind.

disregard, I posted late))

Aiden went to the locker and found his clothes inside. He put everything on. He walked out of the cellar while putting his scarf on. When he reached the front yardof the shack, he saw the Swampfolk sacrificing Ivan. He equipped his assault rifle and ran at the Swampfolk and shot them all down. When he reached Ivan at the sacrificial table, Ivan was half-dead but still alive. Most of his stomache was cut open.

"Ivan! Stay still, I'll put pressure on the wounds." Aiden said while strugglig to do something about Ivan. Ivan laughed to himself. "I'm.. I'm sorry I couldn't stay alive." Ivan said. "Be quiet. You're going to make it." Aiden told. "Aiden, tell the others I'm sorry.." Ivan said. He slowly closed his eyes. They didn't open.

Aiden knelt down for a moment and thought about what just happened. He walked back to the others. "I found Ivan."

Dakayev , after rambling about his clothing, looked at Aiden

"He's, he's gone?"


" And yet the bastards still have my clothing, they have captured a comrade, and they have insulted me. I am going to shove a little soviet justice up their asses!!!!!"

" Abraham, tell me, where the hell is my clothing!!!"

James faultered for a second. "Wha- where is he?"

I looked at the leader and I knew what had happened, I grimly started murmuring something. I didn't know if anyone else would recognise this, it was so old it went back hundreds upon hundreds of years ago, a song of mourning for the dead. I started getting louder and louder until everyone was staring at me and I felt bodys suddenly go rigid above us. I continued raising my voice until the song came to it's end, I closed my eyes, I whispered out, "Ivan shall not be forgotten."

I moved towards the door and I stepped outside, I pulled the axe off my back and I moved right up to the door of the shack, I twisted the door knob and I stepped inside. Both of the things were standing there, not moving, I walked up to one and I swung my axe, bringing off his head, the other came to and realised what I'd done. He tried to pick up his gun but I decapitated him as well. I walked back outiside and I said out loud, "And so his death has been repaid."

I looked at the others and I shook my head, I shouldered my axe and I started walking towards the fog.

Aiden stopped for a second, then sighed. "He's.. Outside.. It'd be easier if you saw for yourself."

((OOC: I have to go for now. Don't go too far ahead please.))