OOC: So the riot's just over? Okay, that's cool, seeing as how I got about two posts in. Aula, if you need me to do something we can discuss it over PM. Other than that let me say that this is all feeling rather misdirected and grammatically incorrect. I'll edit in an IC later once I hear from Aula, because it's very hard to catch Baal when he doesn't want to be caught.

Thanks.

PS It's spelled stared, and flat assassins are boring.


EDIT: Because you never told us what was supposed to happen during the riot? Perhaps it would have been better to inform us of such a plan, because now everyone is spread around not sure what's happening. When I get ahold of Aulakauss I'll just assume the riot hadn't ended and go hide somewhere, waiting for Black Inc. then.

OOC: The assassin wasn't really meant to be an actual character. Just a member of black inc. murdering a high ranking offical. I'll put in more elaborate assassinations in later. Also guys why do you think that we were suppoused to escape during the riot. It was noon when the riot started and they weren't suppoused to be till midnight. And no you don't go back to your holding cells your suppoused to be hiding till midnight. The riot was just a diversion for you to escape and hide instead of going back to your cells.

"None of this makes any sense." Urdlin muttered as he and his companion waited silently in an unused toolshed in a more quiet corner of the prison. It was normally kept locked, but they had found a rock to bash off the lock with and hid there until the coast was clear. The guards had even tried to search it, but they had found a well-concealed closet to hide in. After the guards left, however, they quickly stepped out of it because it was stuffy and hard to move with two people inside.

"You should probably be quiet, Lin." Qash warned.

He shook his head, still staring blankly at the wall in contemplation, "I just don't understand how this could have happened. Is it money? Did they orchestrate this in order to cut down on the prisoners and guards they had to pay for?"

"Lin, this shed is sturdy, but I don't want to risk being heard-"

"What will happen if we return to our cells now? Will they kill us too? What if they've already found the letter? How can we dispose of it with the guards watching our every move so closely now?"

"We don't have an alibi for being in here if we get caught, would you please-"

"What about the letter? Was it real or wasn't it? They took it seriously enough to kill people over...."

Qash raised his voice, "Lin! If you don't shut up I'm going to bash you with one of these wooden planks!"

The two were silent for a moment. Urdlin didn't even seem offended, and nodded slightly. He lowered to a whisper, "We have to go see what that letter was talking about. I heard the guard say midnight is in two hours. We can sneak out then."

"Assuming the guards aren't still out on high alert, considering how many are dead." Qa'shirr muttered.

Raves had been rather enjoying himself, all things considered. After their daring escape through the prison, the invisible pair had found a small storage closet to hole up in... in the aftermath of the riot, no one had really been paying attention to how secure the spare blankets were, so it had worked out just perfectly.

Raves had spent the first couple hours taking a fitful nap, restoring the energy used in his Lover's Kiss. He could only assume that Larry (his Imperial friend) was doing something similar about his various bruises. Shortly after that, they'd seen Elusmyr and Saul pass their hiding spot, and had pulled them in. They'd also spotted a tall Argonian wandering around nearby, but he hadn't been close enough to make contact without drawing the guards.

The others had seemed eager to get going through some sort of broken sewer system, but Raves had dug his heels in. To be honest, he was rather curious about these Black Inc people who had caused so much trouble. He wanted to at least see what they were about, that they were willing to pass messages that explicitly spoke of escape through prison guards. Seriously.

But then, Raves always had been too inquisitive for his own good.

Saul and Elusmyr had spent a short while talking about some sort of contingency plan if they were caught (something about a signal or something). Honestly, Raves didn't pay much attention to that, as he was busy juggling a keyring and two wooden dice with one hand. This lack of attention would later prove to nearly get him killed.

In the end, a small storage closet proved to be a poor hiding place, especially when the guards started sweeping the prison for straggling prisoners. Before any of the hiders could react, five guards had poked their heads in and spotted all four of them.

"Saul, what is this here? You caught prisoners? Good!"

"Uhhh.... Yeah, thats right, i caught these prisoners.... and was going to take them to their cells now. Thank god you came in; I thought they were ready to over power me..."

Raves prided himself in being exceptional at all things pertaining to lying, bluffing, and acting. Therefore, he had to force himself not to slap his forehead at how poorly the turncoat guardsman did so. Especially when Saul winked.

I bet I could take him easily at any card game, Raves thought as he pretended to be quelled and meekly put his arms up against the wall. His face was carefully composed to show that he was intimidated... hiding his grin with ease. The fact that neither himself nor Elusmyr had the green bracers to show that they were spellcasters would definitely work in their favor here.

The Argonian from earlier was thrown up against the wall next to Raves, his green bracers out for all to see. The Dunmer gave the large, spiky lizard an encouraging grin, then glanced over to see that Elusmyr was also against the wall. He couldn't see what Larry was up to without craning his neck around, but he figured this was good enough.

He felt a presence stepping up behind him... a guard intending to pat him down, no doubt. Unfortunately, Raves had a set of stolen keys in his pocket that would be cause for much alarm if the guard found them. He needed to do something now, whether his companions were ready or not.

As the hands began feeling over him for hidden items or loot, Raves reached out with his magicka. For the second time that day, a pair of hands froze while patting him down, the owner paralyzed (though this time without the added exhaustion, thank you very much!)

Raves had to move fast, before they noticed that his guard had frozen. He did three things in quick succession, careful not to move a muscle.

First, he extended his magic in a bubble around their room, using a combination of a modified Silence spell and an inverted Sound effect, muffling noise and effectively sound-proofing their room (they couldn't have anyone hearing and providing backup for the guards.)

Second, he telekinetically pulled the 'enchanted bracer' keyring out of his pocket, floated it over within the Argonian's line of sight, and dropped it at his feet.

Finally, the Dunmer spun and shot a Lock spell right at the door (so the guards couldn't escape and get reinforcements themselves). This got him the attention of the other guards, though, and one shoved his paralyzed peer aside to subdue him. The longsword proved quite effective at doing so, especially when it sliced into his side.

Raves gasped, fell back, and wisely chose that moment to pop out of sight, instinctively using Invisibility. He scrambled away from the spot he'd disappeared, but his blood dripped on the floor, giving away his position.

He could only hope that his fellows had been ready. Otherwise, he was going to be one diced up Dunmer.

Meer had spent the last eight hours hunting for the one who had taken the key. He knew that he was around here somewhere, the burnt corpse was a dead give away, but he couldn't find him anywhere. He was just about to give up when he felt the cold steel of a blade press against his back "well, well, what do we have here?" A guard said from behind him.
"Looks like we found one and he's a mage to boot." That made two but he couldn't do anything with the blade pessed against his back. The guards cntinued their search and finaly came to the last room i this wing of the prison. A small unassuming door that obviously led to a storage cupboard stood before them but what they found inside was far from normal. Three prisoners were hiding inside along with a guard, that made absoluteley no sense. The guards exchanged a few words and then Meer along with the other three were made to put their hands agaist the wall.

The dunmer gave him an encouraging smile which he ignored. Stupid arrogant ash skin he thought. Out of the corner of his eye Meer saw one of the guards begin to search the mer then freeze. after that the dunmer wirled around and casted sevral spells, including making a key dangle in his face for a few seconds. Meer reacted quickly, using his tail to trip up one of the guards he dropped to the floor and unlocked the bracers. His magicka rushed back to him as he rose up and faced the guards. So there were five of them. One of the knives he had concealed dropped out into his hand and soon found itself in the neck of the guard he tripped. Right now he was only going to use his spells as a last resort, I may need them later he thought and there's no way of knowing if I can use that blasted dunmer to recharge either.

The guards starting searching Raves. The guard froze, and instinctively Elusmyr flew around, punched the guard about to search Elusmyr in the face, and as he staggered, Elusmyr cast a very, very special spell he liked to use, though costly. Still, from resting he had more then enough Magicka replenished to splash out a bit. It was a disintegration spell that meltrf the inside of the armor, so that it fused with the wearers skin. This wouldn't cause immediate death, but it would cause hours of indescribable agony before death.

The spells under noticeable effect on the guard at first, was that the armor turned red on the outside. The guard, back on his feet, attempted to draw his sword, but halfway through, he let out a squal of agony, and fell to the floor, writhing wildly. Elusmyr, got caught up in the moment and started laughing maniacly at the wounded Imperial.

Another Imperial came running at him with suprising speed, Elusmyr cast a spell to set his eyes on fire, but it was only barely cast when the guard crashed into him, now joining his colleague in the screaming. Blinded, he start flailing out, hitting Elusmyr a few times. Elusmyr was too weak to overpower him, and too dazed to cast a spell, so he returned the Imperial's volley of hits by wildly kicking hisd legs. One of the kicks caught the Imperial in the groin, and he lost control long enough for Elusmyr to slip out. Leaving him lying there blind.

Elusmyr's face was covered in blood, and he had no doubt his nose was broken. The world started to seem dim, and he sat up against a wall trying to remember a healing spell...

For 8 hours Larry had rested relatively comfortably, it was nice not having to move his back, the mace had done a fair amount of damage - Nothing Larry would openly admit to. And whenever he tried to massage it, the pain only increased for a short time. So, he laid there, exhausted, excited and confused. The day had been full of surprises, from Larry's 'heroic' rescue to the massacre in the courtyard.

His idea of trying to escape through the sewers wasn't well received, he figured people had too much pride to do something so disgusting as that - But freedom was freedom, and Larry wasn't that picky about attaining it. Of Course, when his Dunmer friend, (Who he had learnt was called Raves) declined the idea, Larry scrubbed it entirely, Freedom's fun and all, but it sure can be lonely. he thought glumly, knowing that he probably had no more friends outside of the walls he was in. The thought depressed him, he'd prided himself on his collection of friends, no matter how cruel or deceitful, he was always pretty sure that his friends were honest men and women who liked Larry back.

Nonetheless, the rest of the time went on slowly, with Larry occasionally shifting his weight so as to see if his back was getting better. Luckily for him the pain was slowly decreasing, he wouldn't go for any jogs just yet though.

Eventually however they were caught and five guards busted into the room and Larry found that he had to pretend to be caught. He sighed and with great effort stood up and lent against a wall. Everything was going relatively smoothly until Raves decided it was high time to stir trouble and it wasn't until he was stabbed that Larry began to take it seriously. "Holy [censored]!" He swore, he'd seen people get stabbed, but it scared him every time.

He shuffled against the wall away from the guards, his mind racing to figure out what to do. He looked to the ground for help, there was an iron tankard on the floor and Larry instantly picked it up, surprised at how little his back hurt when adrenaline was pumping through his body.

By the time Larry was about to make his move onto the guards, they'd figured out what was happening and were moving out to subdue the prisoners. One of them, a well built nord began to move towards Larry who was now wielded in front of him an iron tankard.

The guard smiled in slight confusion, wondering if it was a bit of a joke but quickly thought otherwise as Larry smacked it hard against the mans bare face. The tankard splintered and sent the guard hard to the ground where he struggled to stand up with all the mess that littered the room. Larry didn't wait for a second chance and began to kick the guard- not caring where. The futile attempt of an attack simply annoyed the guard to the point where he grabbed Larry's leg, pulled him to the floor and began to wrestle around on the floor.

OOC: Okay, I'll escape.
Aria was about to start a fire when she noticed something glint on the floor. She reached a hand between the bars and picked up the key. After scrabbling around for a minute she got the key into a lock. The Dark Elf opened the door a crack and slipped out. Keeping to the shadows she got out into the yard. The Dummer crouched behind a curtain of ivy. Now she just had to wait for Black Inc.

Before Saul could give the signal Raves decided it was time, then Elusmyr, Meer and Larry were in a prisoner, guard brawl, Saul ducked to the ground like a coward hoping not to get hit by anything, he looked up to the sight of an imperial with a knife in his neck, another guard who was lying on the floor in pain, and another with his eyes burning, a small trail of blood, and more blood everywhere. Saul gets up and complains like a kid sound asif his planned was ruined.

"i gave signals but no one listened..." he said, he looked at Elusmyr holding his nose, then he sees Raves injured, Meer scared and Larry and a Nord wrestling on the ground, the Nord was big and Saul thought Larry wouldnt stand a chance, Saul grabs a wooden chair and breaks it across the Nords back, the nord gets up and gives Saul an Uppercut and grabs a nearby warhammer, Saul gets up and grabs the nearest object, a small repairing hammer, he throws it at the nord's head and jumps in the air to give him a hit with his shoulder, saul perfectly executes the manuver but hurts his arm, Saul hurt he runs in a small circle then pulls out his bolt from his quiver and shoves it inside the Nords big Head.

Saul helps Larry up, Grabs Elusmyr's hand and picks him up from the ground and helps Meer and Larry.

"quickly put on their uniforms... they will think were guards, they think im still a guard... hurrt!" he says

IC: Elusmyr Watched the fight long enough to see Saul finishing off the last guard. Saul then walked over to Elusmyr, and pulled him up with a tug. Elusmyr jolted upright, cursed, and stumbled across the room, but managed to support himself and not fall. Even though his head had cleared a little bit, he still saw spots. He feared that if he moved he'd fall, and waited for a bit. Saul said something about guards armor, and he mumbled that he already had armor. Elusmyr turned over and spat out some blood. He then vomited. He wasn't used to this kind of brutal conflict.

Gathering himself, he cast a minor heal on himself and the bruises and cuts on his face disappeared. He didn't know any restore fatigue spells, though, so he was still haggard. "Do you have a fatigue spell, Raves?" He mumbled.

For a long moment after he disappeared, Raves wasn't able to do anything: he was too busy staring at the Altmer with wide eyes under his Invisibility spell.

By Nocturnal... had that Altmer just laughed maniacally?

That whole show--the Altmer forcing the guard into as slow and painful a death as possible merely for entertainment--had been behavior that Raves had seen many times growing up alongside Telvanni. That was part of the reason he'd been so bold about robbing them--they were generally [censored]s, so who cared if they got robbed every now and then?

It was behavior he'd thought he'd left behind when he'd left Vvardenfel. Apparently not. Queasily, he realized that there was a reason the guards Silenced most mage inmates... having someone both sociopathic and capable of melting a man's armor onto his skin was a case of bad press waiting to happen.

The Argonian had pulled a dagger out of somewhere, and was making quick work of one guard's throat. Larry wrestled another, until Saul broke a chair across the guard's back (up until that point, the guard had been kind of a coward, considering he was the one that was armed and armored). Raves' original paralyzed guard had long since shaken off the paralysis, and was somewhere in the fray. Within seconds, the entire thing was over, though Raves couldn't help but wince at the groaning of Elusmyr's poor victim.

While Saul helped Elusmyr up--the Altmer seemed injured and disoriented (Raves had seen one guard punching him hard in the face a couple times). Saul was holding one arm out funny, Larry still seemed to be suffering the effects of the earlier attack, and Raves had a bloody, stinging mess in his left side. Overall, they had not come out unharmed.

The Dunmer winced as he stumbled to his feet, the pain breaking his concentration and therefore his Invisibility spell. He carefully made his way over to the guard who whimpered on the ground--his armor fused to his skin.

"Do you have a fatigue spell, Raves?" Elusmyr's voice asked.

The Dunmer didn't answer right away. Instead, he knelt down next to the guard. Using telekinesis, Raves plucked a bolt from Saul's quiver, brought it to his own hands, and stabbed it upward through the guard's chin, into his brain. The guard's pained groans died immediately.

The Dunmer was shaking as he stood up (By the Shadow... I just killed someone!), and he held a hand to his side to help stem the blood flow.

"I'm no good with Restoration, sorry," Raves responded shortly to Elusmyr, his newfound horror at his Altmer companion's actions tingeing his voice. Then, he turned a weak smile to Saul. Gesturing at the guard at his feet, he said, "I doubt this fine man's armor will be willing to part with his skin. I can follow invisibly, if we have time to let my magical energy restore a bit."

Raves then used the last of his Magicka to unlock the door. After that, he glanced around at Larry and the Argonian, curious as to how they were holding up, and wanting to look at anyone but the Altmer.

OOC: Okay i'm gonna try to join up with you guys.


Cyrus began creeping around the corridors of Alkatroz. Eariler on he had found quite the supplys of weapons and armor in some old closet, but he had a bad feeling that all of it was confiscated equipment. He couldn't find one piece of guard clothing, and they had everything from blades armor to dirty sack clothed pants. Most likely made from hundereds of stupid convicts who thought they could sneak in weapons.... or were thought the guards would let them bring in anything.

Now this seemed quite incovient to Cyrus, but he was willing to sacrafice a decent disquise for awsome weapons. Dawning a shining curitass of Blades armor along with a akaviri Katana, Cyrus felt he was set for pretty much anything now.

The prison of Alkatroz was huge and elaborate. It had many twisted tunnels and confusing corridors. It was more like 3 story's of a maze than a prison. And if you weren't paying attention to detail you could easily find yourself lost within it's tunnel for days. Fortuantley this had changed just this week, as the guard had ordered several directorys to be placed on the walls of a few tunnels in Alkatroz. This sudden change by the guard was mostly brought to their attention by the fact that prisoners and guards would wander off and would be lost for days, thus eventually leading to their death via starvation.

So Cyrus had made a plan to use these to his advantage. But even though they had added some directorys to the walls of Alkatroz, they were quite hard to find. And Cyrus had pretty much ran through the prison hallways looking for them since time was very short right now. And it had been maybe about 1 hour before he had finally bumped into one. And now Cyrus was gazing upon the directory. It was a full map, showing every inch of the prison from the large courtyard to the small broom closets.

"Yes finally I can find a way out of this mad house." Cyrus muttered to him self before ripping the directory right off the wall. Now he held it in his hands and it was beatiful sight to behold. He could see every inch of the prison and could tell exactly how he could escape, or at least find his way back to the courtyard.

And as Cyrus stood there he began to go over the map from top to bottom. Looking for every possible exit, and only after about 5 minutes he noticed it was quite clear there were only two exits. One was through the front gates (Which as cyrus had saw was destroyed by a Ballista during the riot.) and through the sewers it seemed to lead directly through to the anvil sewers. Where they would finally escape.

Freedom, Cyrus thought. Thats what the Anvil sewers spelled to him. Then finally after pawing at the map for a few more minutes he then rolled it up and put it into his pocket.

Then as the redguard began to stand up off the ground, he was sunddenly startled by the sounds of a Altmer crying out in pain from a brutal murder before dying. Though the scream sounded..... muffled, as if someone was trying to sound proof the room. There was no doubt that they had well done their job as Cyrus could swear the sceam was quieter than a pin drop. But for Cyrus this drew his interest, it could be very likely that the people on the otherside of the door were fellow prisoners like himself. All killing a guard to keep them quiet about their escape from Alkatroz. But as Cyrus thought about it more it could also be just a bunch of phyco guards who were killing a prisoner for giggles.

Cyrus thought it over and decided that he wasn't really scared of a couple of guards. Hell he had killed plenty of pirates in his day, he'd have no trouble with these men. So as Cyrus thought about it he then heard as the door started to become unlocked. And trying to make the first move, he quickly grabbed the door knobbed and opened the door before anyone else.

As Cyrus opened the door he then stood there in shock and aw as he looked into a large room of guards. But at the same time he felt confused by the fact that there was only one prisoner looking person and everyone else both dead or alive looking like guards. Guess the guards were crazy enough to kill some of their own. Even looks like they teamed up with a dunmer prisoner, Cyrus thought. He then drew his Katana out of it's holster. No matter, he thought. I'll kill each and everyone of them anyways.

Elusmyr scowled at Raves. The man looked disgusted by what he had done. Pansy. He seemed to be annoyed with him from the tone of his voice. And he had stolen his kill! Elusmyr said lowly "In case the thought entered your head, my abilities in healing aren't strong enough to fix that. Get it looked at. And I'm sorry that I offended your delicate sensibilities" Elusmyr chortled.

Just after the door was unlocked, it burst open, and a crazed looking man came in, and drew a katana. "Oh, by the Worm." Elusmyr groaned. The man was practicaly in front of him, since Elusmyr had been leaning against the wall nearest the door. He sighed. "Drop your sword, or it will be forced out of your hand." he said, without the usual flair in his voice. Elusmyr was after getting nack on his feet enough to throw a not too complex spell.

OCC: EDIT

ICC:

After the fight with Elusmyr up on his feet and everyone Ok, the spell is still in-effect on the room, Saul takes a quick run upstairs and goes to the room where they keep more Contraband, he kicks down the door as he didnt have the key, well he did but it didnt open, he walks in and looks around on shelves, closets and lockers. He finds a short Steel bow with an oak finish (his favorite wood and style) he can use to exercise his arm, he grabs a short bundle of arrows and straps it to his back and hangs his new toy over his shoulder, he looks at his sword he got from Jeromes body, it was starting to rust and go blunt from the blood and the use, he looks into a closet, many swords and shorter ones, to claymores and battle axes. he sees elven short sword and takes that, puts it to his waist. he drops his dagger and crossbow, and grabs a fine steel axe, with a elven short sword and a steel axe, he thought what else he needs, no new armor, he needs it for protection and a disguise, plus for him its very comfortable.
He goes in the back closet and sees a set of Ebony Armor.

Surely he thought this wasnt just contraband, it had to be something more then just a private lock-up from prisoners, no, it had to be the Wardens armor incase he had to take things under control or go to battle. (its what he thinks) he tries to lift it but he moves and inch then admires the suit of armor and takes a long look of perfect peice of armor, after his attempt he knew he couldnt wear it because it is too heavy

"Oooohh the i wish i could use this... but blast it anyways to oblivion, its to heaven for one such as me!" he complains with a few tears in his eyes, he looks around and and sees nothing else he wants, he decides to pick up his crossbow because it was his great great grandfathers, he grabs his quiver of bolts and straps it to the other side of his waist and keeps his croddbow in his hands and walks down the stairs.

The spell wears off and the door breaks down and sees a redguard weilding a katanna.

"Ohh Talos save me!" he whimpers and drops to the ground holding his head

ooc: I'm heading into london for the weekend, BSparrow can control Larry for me while I'm gone - No need to hold up the story.

See you on the other side of the weekend!

ooc- Later, UM. I'll try not to do anything too fatal.

Dark Fox, maybe we should move this along and skip to midnight soon? I notice that the only ones who seem to be posting are our little group. That's not a good sign.

And Adam, I hate to nitpick (aw, who am I kidding?), but I think that whole "surprise: hidden loot stash!" thing is a bit of a stretch. We're in a storage closet... there's not going to be anything of actual value in here, and there's certainly not going to be a second floor (and that's leaving the fact that there's Ebony anything in here... that would be locked up tight). If you envisioned the room as one with a staircase, you probably should have mentioned that when you first put us in there. Because Raves would have definitely used a staircase to his advantage in the fight. Major setting details appearing out of nowhere can be rather disruptive to an RP experience, because of things like that.

Also, you'll need to be a bit more specific. You said there's a spell around the room... did you mean Raves' sound-proofing spell? Or the Lock spell, which Raves removed manually? Or is there another spell on the room that I missed? Detail is very important for RPs: we can't read your mind, so you have to tell us what's in it. Yeah, it seems like it's difficult at first, but it makes for a richer experience all around. :twirl:

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Hmm... Blades armor? Either the guards had called in backup, or someone had gotten into a stash of contraband. And, judging by the bedraggled state of the Redguard underneath, it was not the former.

"Easy, Necromancer," Raves said with a weak smile. "Flies, vinegar, honey, and all that." Telekinetically, he tugged a handkerchief out of one of the dead guard's pockets. He pressed it to his waist and tied it with a bit of string, hoping to help staunch the bleeding of his wound. It seemed to be slowing, but his side stung horribly, and he was starting to get rather dizzy. Oh dear.

He raised an amused eyebrow down at Saul, who was cowering on the ground. "Cream of the force, that one." He tossed a glance at Larry, who eyed the newcomer warily, but made no move. Judging by the fresh bruises decorating his skin, he might not be able to. The Argonian was... well, the Argonian did not seem to like the Dunmer much, so Raves did not really care what the Argonian was up to.

Well, it seemed it was up to Raves, then.

"Easy, sera. They're with me," he joked with a wink, hoping that his smile would help ease the well-armed and well-armored Redguard. "But in all seriousness, isn't Blades armor a little conspicuous?" Raves raised an eyebrow at that, then shrugged. "Well, you might as well lower your sword. I have it on good authority that the Altmer behind you is a mite touched in the head, and might get a kick out of melting your face off."

OCC: it was a place where they keep confiscated goods, contrband etc etc, sorry didnt mean to, i just thought you know? i meant the sound proofing spell of whatever its called (man i need to forget fallout and fable and play some more TES) plus i was very tired, worked all day and was exhuasted to i had some 5 hour energy drink, plus a late night like this one im exagarrating things, and its a prison lol you never know where people get these things, look at the blades armor, and i probably would have broke down the closet door or there was a key laying around... i should probably go to bed, its almost going to 4 in the morning where i am! edits after i wake up

OOC: Elusmyr runs up stairs and finds A WHOLE SUIT OF EBONY ARMOR. OMG. He dances and says "I AM TEH UBER LOOTZ PWNZOR!!11!" AND HE RUNS DOWN SCREAMING "OMG GUIZE, I FOUND AWESOME ARMORZ"!1!

IC:

Elusmyr looked at the cringing cur that was Saul. "I didn't know the guard started had training recruits in the art of cowardice. Get on your feet, imperial. You're embarassing yourself." 'Some people have no nerve whatsoever.' Thought elusmyr. 'One man with a sword and they're on their knees. I wonder if this is his first real combat situation. They must have been short on guards.'.

Turning to the redguard, he sarcasticly said "I for one, welcome our new Akaviri overlords."He chuckled. Then his mood shifted into distant seriousness. "It's not many who can still find Akaviri armor in Tamriel. That armor belongs in a museum where it won't get battered when you wave your sword at some orcs." He frowned. And turned. "I'm going to have a look up the stairs that Saul here seemed so eager to get out of. I'll be right back."

Elusmyr climbed up the stairs and found a small armory. His eyes widened when he saw a suit of ebony armor. This was obviously the personal armory of some high-ranking official, maybe even the warden. He ran over and tried to pull the cuirass off. It was too heavy though, and he dropped it as soon as he got it off the stand. Thing was like a boulder. Turning to another stand, he found an Elven longsword. He untied the sheath which had come with a sword when he put on the guard uniform, and it dropped to the floor. He took the sheathed Elven longword and tied it to his belt. He turned and walked back down the stairs.

ooc:I'm alittle confused here. where exactly is the room with the contraband.

IC:Meer was not impressed by the former guards behaviour, he was a coward and fell apart when his plan went wrong. On top of that he seriously needed to be less obvious when lieing. "quickly put on their uniforms... they will think were guards, they think im still a guard... hurrt!" he cried. Meer eyed the guards armour and then looked back at the former guard. Was he naturally this stupid or did he just get dropped oh his head as a baby. It was a well known fact that there were no argonian guards in the prison and the armour wouldn't have fit round his tail anyway. Sighing he put on a pair of boots and gauntlets and strapped a long sword to his waist.

"Pehaps I should introduce myself," he said, " I'm Meer Fros..." The door opened up and a redguard wearing blades armour barged in. "Where did you get that armour? Tell me now." Meer demanded. If the armour had once belonged to a prisoner chances are that his own equipment would have been stored in the same place.

OCC: yes were in the room, with the contraband and the supposedly "warden's personal lock-up" lol

ICC: Saul looks around and looks up with everyone with a disgusting gesture about Saul being brave and couragous.

"Ohh Dear me, im sorry i seemed to have... Tripped and my legs somehow buckeled at the sight of the door, please forgive my ignorance" he said very sarcasticly
"If you guys want my help to escape your gonna have to respect me! cuz you need two keys to open the sewer!" he said with the known sense as he was lying but they knew there wasnt, they all looked at Saul for a brief moment.
"Ohh alright, you only need one key and few guards carry the keys, im lucky to have one in my posession... even though i got it off a dead guards corpes" he said again

He looked at the Redguard with the Akaviri suit and begins to think "this man surely has gotten insane or the fact im wearing a guards attire hes gonna kill me..."

He runs to the nearest closet and locks himself inside afraid, he didnt want to die like this.

"Ohh the nine, please dont let me die like this!" he says, now for the moment until whenever hes branded a coward, an ignorant fool, and a sorry excuse for a guard, he wonders if this will ever pass or what he has to do to redeem himself.

OCC: i just embarassed myself to put humor in the situation!

OOC: were the only ones posting because Darkom won't post till karst posts and i have no idea in hell where Karst is.

The Redguard began to move in closer katana drawn. "Pathetic Dunmer you and your guards think you can scare me off!" Cyrus then spat into dirt. "I'm not afraid of you, i've killed men in skooma rings more fearsome than you."

Cyrus then raised up his Katana and lunged it towards the large mass of people in the room. Totally ignoring the fact that he was easily outnumbered and already beaten.

It's a long story, but I'll sum it up by saying Aulakauss is having some family troubles, and I have a busy schedule. For the time being, however, he has given me permission to control Karst, at least for this post. After that the three of us (me, Aula, and Jonas) plan to kill a few guards and get out of the yard, hiding until nighttime, waiting on these Black Inc. folks since the entrance is apparently blocked off. Thanks.


IC: Baal smiled as Karstine took the key with a trembling paw, her white fur stained red at the tips from blood. The Imperial guard, Trenus, was already dead, his lifeless eyes still staring up at Baal, pleading for mercy that would not come. 'At least it had been quick, eh, old friend?'

"So you won't- you won't..." The poor Khajiit couldn't bring herself to say it, but her eyes showed Baal that she would comply. Afterall, what choice did she have? Once his mask was off, perhaps even as soon as she had decided to come talk with him, her fate had been sealed.

Baal smiled, his eyes still dancing, blood dripping down his soft chin. The Dunmer turned, his cuffed hands raised up behind him, the sixth finger visible. The key turned easily in the lock, the shackles sliding to the earth, seeming to slow as what they truly represented dawned on Karst. That this elf, this vicious remorseless killer, was free once more. And this time he had a motive, a driving goal in mind: revenge. Payback for long years of monotonous imprisonment.

Next came the jacket, the leather straps keeping it tied securely to Baal's chest and waist flecked with the blood that covered the elf. It too fell, Baal's smile growing wider with every moment, with every touch of the Khajiit's paws on his slim back. He seemed to have an unusual amount of teeth, but perhaps it was a trick of the scarlet life, thick on his tongue, wetting his throat.

He drew his small, dexterous hands before his face, flexing his fingers gleefully. One hand, his six fingered left, travelled slowly up to his lips, wiping away the blood there. The fingers disappeared into his smiling mouth, the crazed Dunmer seeming to relish in the taste.

Finally he turned to Karst, his silky suave composure returned, the only sign of his recent fit of psychopathy the crimson stain of his ragged shirt. He met her wavering emerald eyes, his own maroon orbs understanding, almost comforting. He extended a single hand out to her cheek, the back of his index finger stroking lightly down her face. The poor Khajiit seemed too frightened to move, and though Baal knew this he did not care. He did not care one bit.

"Well, my dear Karstine, it would seem I owe you a debt of gratitude. Now, what would be suitable payment for a lady such as yourself? Great riches? A castle? A kingdom?"

Karst's lip trembled, an war seeming to rage within her mind over what to do next. Finally, her eyes set, the choice had been made. "Let's start with freedom, doctor."

Baal laughed once more, a soft, almost genuine chuckle, though behind it was still the flickering stare. "Please, call me Baal, Hanniel Baal. I believe they revoked my license when they found Louis Endret's eyes on his pillow. But that's besides the point; your will is my command, dear lady, freedom it is."

With that, Baal turned to the nearby Breton, standing over a gutted kill. "How about you, young man? Care to join us? If so, I suggest we start with them." Baal indicated the still raging riot with a sweep of his six fingered hand, specifically the armed legionnaires.

The warden pulled out his watch once more.

"Midnight!" he said as he starred at his pocket watch, for it was now time. The Warden had prepared a long time for this and he wasn't gonna let Alkatroz be compromised, not this time. The warden then stepped off the stage, the same stage he had been on since noon and headed down to the guard captain.

"Jonah." The warden said as he reached up and grabbed his shoulder. The guard captain Jonah who had been busy cleaning up the dead bodies of prisoners and guards stopped his work and turned around.

"Yes Warden?" he replied.

"It's midnight my dear Jonah. Get the guards to put this prison on lockdown, I'm sure the soldiers we ordered from anvil will be here any moment waiting outside. Be sure to greet them for me." The warden then began to turn back around. But before he could getaway Jonah grabbed him by the shoulder and turned him back around again.

"Warden your forgetting about the sewers!" Jonah exclaimed to the warden. But the warden just shook his head in anger and disgust.

"Foolish Jonah I would not forget about the sewers. In fact I ordered the countess of Anvil to send a large battalion of guards through the sewers. Any prisoners going out through there are going to be sorry." The warden then turned around and looked up to the night sky. "If anyone wants to breakout of my prison, they better be prepared to take a dagger to the back!" The warden said angrily. "Isn't that right Jonah?" The warden then turned around to look towards Jonah. Only to find a Claymore sticking through his chest and his dead body laying on the ground.

"Damn you Black Inc." The warden muttered to himself. "Show yourself you cowards!!!" The warden screamed into the night sky. And right there the assassin from black inc. obeyed his command as he turned of his chameleon spell.

"Hello there warden, wonderful evening were having." An argonian said as he stepped from the shadows. "I hope you don't mind my disgusting black robe, I had to rush home before coming here."

The warden clutched his fists in anger. "You scum, I won't have you destroy my prison, I would rather die right here!!!" the warden screamed in anger.

"Now Warden please calm down, I'm not gonna destroy your prison, I'm just here to pick up some... recruits. If you don't mind me leaving with a few people" The argonian then began to pull something out of his pocket. "Oh and I hope you enjoy being in charge of your own prison from now on. I just took the liberty killing your boss for you." He then threw Sondil's head onto the ground, still oozing with black blood as it rolled around.

The warden for a second almost couldn't believe what he was starring at. It was the elder council member who had Alkatroz built in the first place. "You bastard!!! I'm gonna kill you." The warden screamed out to the argonian as he pulled out a dagger.

"Now now warden. If you must by all means go ahead. I won't fight back, I need you alive." The argonian said as he pulled a silver dagger out of his pocket and threw it to the floor.

"Alive? Alive for what!!!" The warden exclaimed in confusion.

"Alive to tell the tale of what happened here. I need you to tell people who I am and what I did. What's the point of killing someone famous if you can't have any of the glory?" The argonian said with a grim smile.

"Glory? You call this glory. This is appalling, horrid. You should have your own heart ripped out." The warden then moved in closer to the Argonian.

"My death will only put me in along with historys greats. Go ahead stab me I won't stop you." The argonian said. The warden who wasn't taking any chances obeyed and lunged the dagger through the lizards heart. Blood spurt forth from his chest and the argonian fell to the ground. "Good job, but don't think you've won, we still have plenty of other men sneaking through the prison. You're already too late." The Argonian said staring up at the warden. "My men should already be meeting up with your prisoners now."

The warden disgusted with the stupid lizard didn't believe him. He then reached down towards the dagger still in the argonians chest and ripped it right out. Now dagger in hand he then took the weapon and stabbed through the argonians neck. The argonian screamed out in pain and then started to cough up blood as he died a slow painful death. "Die you stupid lizard." The warden then took his foot and stomped on the argonians head repeatedly till he heard a nice, "Crack" in skull before stopping all movement.

The warden then stepped back, he was now covered in blood. It felt gross but was also oddly satisfying, guess that's why Sondil liked killing people so much.




OOC: Okay you guys have the Black Inc. members meet up with you. You can have them look like whatever you like, you just have to have them meet up with you and then make your way to the sewers. I don't care how you do it just as long as the black inc. member meets up with you.


Edit: Also before anyone else asks if your not sure how you should your scene with black inc. pm me with your idea. Or you can just ask me to do it for you.

OOC: Sorry for the delay my dears, I have many an RP to attend to, and this one is pretty damn sluggish, no offense meant.

IC:

"How about you, young man? Care to join us? If so, I suggest we start with them." Baal indicated the still raging riot with a sweep of his six fingered hand, specifically the armed legionnaires." Asked Baal, Francis was delighted at the idea of killing more legionnaires, "Ah yes my good Doctor, I would be happy to bring them an end with my little friend here." Indicating the bloodied shiv he held.

Francis turned towards the guards, who had now noticed the 3 prisoners in the corner, who had been out of sight until now. They raised their swords and shields, one with a nasty halberd and ornate Legion armor with a gold horse-hair plume atop its helmet. Francis casually strode to the gutted guard he'd killed moments earlier, he seared and found his prize: A lovely silver dagger. With this he also picked up the spear. Francis threw the silver dagger at Baal's feet, sticking into the mud and bloodied ground about five inches front his left foot.

"I take it you'll want a weapon, no? It never hurts to have one." Francis chuckled. He then turned his head towards the legion guard who wore a chain hauberk, no helmet, and carried a formidable pick-hammer and spiked targe. This one was his.

"Well, my Dunmeri friend. Lets get on with this macabre ceremony, shall we?" Francis casually and eloquently said to Baal.

((Short post, tired and I'm playing LOTS of video games lately. As well as participating in a few other RP's. This is going very well though! ^_^ "

"Lin, I hear something." Qash muttered, he stifled a gasp as he felt Urdlin's palm hit him in the back of the head. "Then don't talk or they'll hear you." Urdlin said, eyes alert.

"I'm afraid....I already have." A muffled voice was heard from outside the shed door. The two assassins tried to remain quiet, as though pretending what had just happened, hadn't. The door swung open soundlessly, revealing not some dark-hooded figure or heavily armored soldier, but a completely average-looking man wearing spotless business attire.

"Who are you?" Urdlin asked, ignoring the fact that he had just told Qa'shirr to be quiet a second ago.

The man nodded, "I am part of Black Inc. For now, just call me Dalk."

His hair was short and dark, and his face looked to be middle-aged and warm. He looked more like an Imperial agent of some kind rather than a highly-trained killer. He wore no armor, and did not appear to have weapons of any kind. Neither of the pair were even sure how he had gotten here, but Qa'shirr decided to speak to him anyway, "You're here to rescue us, then?"

Dalk nodded, motioning for them to follow him. They did so, and he talked as he spoke, his words deliberate and carefully, almost haltingly chosen, "Black Inc. always keeps its promises. Likewise, I am....a man of my word." He pressed a brick in the wall, and they watched in awe as it pushed inward and an entire section of wall slid open, revealing a well-concealed doorway.

"This will take us to the sewers, where we will make good our escape." He said pointedly.

Urdlin shook his head in disbelief, "Who in their right mind would put a secret escape passage in their own prison?"

The stranger continued down the stone steps, leading deep underground as he replied, "It was not in the original plan...but with some persuasion our agents had it installed."

The two assassins walked for about five steps before they could barely see anything in the gloom.