OOC: I'm going to join up with you guys; otherwise I'm just waiting for the story to move along

"You said the others would be coming, Talis," Aria said.

"Yes...It is strange." He said in his heavily accented voice. "I'm going to go look. You stay here."
About two hundred meters later he turned.

"I told you to stay!"

"Yeah, I'm going to wait, not knowing if everyone's dead, has forgotten me, whatever."

"Members of Black Inc. have to take orders!"

"But I'm not a member, right?"
He sighed and continued on.


Soon they came to a tunnel where they could hear fighting.

"Now would be a good time to say you know some magic," Talis commented.

"I know some. Most of it's for crowds, but I can improvise."
Suddenly he grabbed her hand and pulled her up a nearby flight of stairs. After going through a gate they were standing over the fight. Talis started hurling fireballs, while Aria used her light spell to blind guards. However some of the guards caught on and started firing arrows at them.

Meer had spent the entire trip to the sewer in silence trying to figure out a way to retrieve his armour but to no avail. That armour had cost quite a bit and now it was lost to him and that made him bitter. His mood was not improved by Raves' showboating, levitating down a corridor. He didn't know whether to swallow his pride and ask for lessons or smack the blasted dunmer out the air. In the end it didn't matter, the stench from the sewers knocked the mer out of the air for him making him snigger. There was only one other person in the current group that he disliked (possibly even more than Raves) and that was the insane altmer. He'd worked with people like him before and they were always upredictable and didn't care much for their supposed allies.

Once inside the sewers they preceded to the exit only to be attacked by fifthteen leigonaires. Meer hung back watching the others fight and only joined the fray when the ex-guard encounted some trouble. Digging down inside himself he called on his pool of magicka, the air around his fingertips cooled as the energy was focused into his palm. Then, pointing his palm towards the leigonaire, he let all the energy out. The frost bolt flew through the air stricking it's target in the face stunning him. Before he could recover Meer's blade had sunk into the back of his knee forcing him to the floor and a quick jab to the face with a knife was enough to finish the crippled leigonaire. Perhaps the turncoat was a more worthy ally than he had initially thought.

Cyrus threw a punch right into the face of a guard knocking him down. He was surrounded and had very limited options of what to do. And without a weapon he was defenseless! He then turned around to face Ri'soga for help but he was nowhere to be found.

"Dammit you cat where did you go!!!" Cyrus yelled off into the distance. At first there was nothing but then he saw a pair of ears sticking out from behind a fallen pillar. Cyrus just shook his head, "Ri'soga I see you!!!" he yelled to the two little ears sticking out.

Then the pair of ears that had been sticking up behind the pillar then began to move up to reveal Ri'soga's face. Ri'soga wasn't taking any chances at the moment and he had only his head poking out.

"Oh hey there Cyrus, I was just um.... checking out something behind this pillar." The Khajiit spoke in a nervous tone.

"Dammit Ri'soga get over here and fight for us." Cyrus yelled at him.

The khajiit shook his head. "No thanks, but uh... hey I got an idea. How about you kill the guards yourself and I stay nice and safe behind this pillar." The Khajiit spoke quickly. "Well then good luck, and tell me when it's safe to come out." The Khajiit then ducked his head back under the pillar. Cyrus just stood there in shock and aw.

"Damn coward." Cyrus mumbled to himself. He then turned back around to find the guard he had punched earlier to be getting back up. And now Cyrus was forced to go to plan B.

As the guard swung his sword down upon Cyrus, the redguard then quickly grabbed his wrist in mid swing. Then while the guard was still trying to figure out that his sword had stopped moving, Cyrus then grabbed the swords handle.

Now it was anybody's game as both were then thrown into a fight over who would get the sword.

a fight for the sword, Savage was unconsious and Malak disappeared leaving Saul with the prisoners, Sauls sword was on the ground somewhere, his dagger, in the leg of a legionaire, he got hit a few times in the face with heavy metal gauntlets and kicked in the leg, Saul hurt his fist a few times hitting the helmet on a legion soldier. saul rolled on the ground and picked up a few swords, he didnt see Elusmyr, he heard Cyrus's battle cries and Raves defending himself. Saul looked around cutting down a legionaire who tried to charge him, Saul hasitly shoved his sword in the soldiers stomach and pulled it out. after that a soldier come up from behind Saul and stabbed him in the shoulder with his own dagger

OOC: Guys, I'm really sorry, but for the last three days, I've first had a stomach bug followed up by a kidney infection. So I didn't have time to log on and post. I'm still pretty sick, but if I get time tomorrow I'll post again.


IC: Elusmyr eventually gave in, and went into the sewers with everyone else. The horrible stench filled his nose like a plague, and liquid moved up and down his throat threatening to emerge. The Khajit slapped 3 other escapees who had teased him, but not Elusmyr. 'Must be afraid of me' He thought gleefully to himself. Into the sewers, Raves started levitating. Elusmyr couldn't be bothered. His robes were already soaked in dung, and it probably smelled just as bad higher up.

As they approached a widened tunnel, guards appeared, and he heard cries of hatred. Suddenly, the stench unbearably overpowered his weak stomach, and he hurried behind the pillar, vomiting violently. A fight broke out in the sewer, and he heard cries as more prisoners and guards joined the battle. He stumbled out from behind the pillar at the sound of Saul calling his name. The battle was bloody and intense, and Elusmyr quickly zeroed out Saul, and saw a soldier coming up behind him with a dagger. The soldier angrily plunged it into Saul's shoulder pulled it out again, and prepared for another stab. For some reason indescribable to him, Elusmyr felt a distant sense of loyalty to the other prisoners who'd gotten this far with him, and reacted instinctively.

Elusmyr raised a hand, and extend a finger pointed at the head of the guard who'd just stabbed Saul. Elusmyr sent a beam of light into the guard's eye, making him screech and drop the dagger in the swirling pools of dung. Elusmyr laughed and the familiar sense of bloody glee took him. He started shooting fireballs at the throngs of guards approaching, and sent a few flying in the direction of the guards fighting Cyrus, not really caring whether it hit the guards or not. The tunnel was briefly illuminated with fire. One of his fireballs scored a direct hit on an approaching group of guards, and Elusmyr, gleefully and now almost oblivious to what was happening around him, charged towards the group with his sword drawn, two of them currently trying to get back on their feet, but failing because of the water and their heavy armour.

Elusmyr leapt on them, stabbing maniacally despite their screams. Elusmyr stood up, his sword soaked in blood. And smiled with satisfaction. He hoped there were still legionnaires left.

Raves was startled to feel a flicker of magicka nearby, not from the Altmer, but from the Argonian.

A bolt of cold cut through the tunnel, frosting the acrid air in its wake. Raves cast a startled glance at the Argonian. Then again, the lizard had been wearing green bracers, hadn't he?

Raves then winced and turned away at the brutally efficient way Meer dispatched Saul's opponent (and where had the guard come from anyway? And with friends, apparently!). The Dunmer was aware of the necessity of some violence, but that didn't mean he had to like it.

Various other activities were taking place around Raves. Thanks to his relative concealment, he was able to pay more attention to what was going on with the others... but not much more. He could see the Redguard shouting at their Khajiit escort... who was showing about as much will to fight as Raves himself was.

Elusmyr was laughing psychotically again, taking obvious glee in wreaking as much havoc as possible. Raves was glad Dunmer were naturally resistant to fire: with all those fireballs flying everywhere, he was bound to come out of this with significantly fewer eyebrows.

And oho, what was that above them?

Above them were a pair of Dunmer: one robed in black, and the other a female prisoner just a bit older than Raves. Both were hurling spells down into the fray, the male throwing Destruction spells about in the best way Destruction spells were hurled, while the female made use of one of Raves' own tricks: dazzling your way out of trouble through creatively applied Illusion. Raves grinned, excited by the thought of another illusionist to conspire with. And a pretty Dunmer female, at that!

Raves also noticed the volley of arrows firing in the other direction, aimed at the two Dunmer.

One legionnaire passed Raves by, currently targetless. Raves tapped him on the shoulder, casting simultaneous Calm Humanoid and Charm Person spells. The Imperial stopped in his tracks and blinked, then turned to look blearily in Raves' direction. The Dunmer's white teeth flashed from the darkness of his Chameleoned form. "Be a pal and take out those archers, won't you? They're hurting two innocent, upstanding mer."

The bespelled legionnaire nodded and promptly charged for the guards who were shooting at the two Dunmer above them. Raves' winced as the Imperial's sword plunged into the side of the first archer. Brutal, but necessary.

And as morally squicky as mind-control was, at least Raves wasn't the one holding the blade this time.

Saul screamed in pain as the guard stabbed him, ready to go for another stab Saul surely thought it was the end of him, but magicly his eyes were burned out from his skull, Saul quickly grabbed the dagger the legionaire had dropped and put it into his skull then drew his crossbow, he loaded one bolt and fired at a legionaire that was trying to rush Cyrus, he fired at another legionaire who was going for Saul's orcish friend, he grabbed another bolt from his quiver and dropped it, a soldier walked towards him, Saul locked the bolt into the firing mechanism and was ready to fire, but the guard hit the crossbow out of Sauls hands, then he pulled his dagger then the large legionaire grabbed the dagger and threw it out of Sauls hand, Saul had backed away from the legionaire to a pillar, just went the large soldier had threw a punch for Saul, his orc friend charged him and they both fell into the sewage water, a fist fight, the Orc could go beserk and kill the guard but Saul had hoped that wouldnt happen, Saul walked over to pick up his bow and fired at the large legionaire fighting his Orc friend.

Saul sat down at the pillar, he hopes one of these prisoners knows a bit of restoration magic, he pulled a piece of metal chipped off from the dagger, he digged in his satchel and pulled out a bottle of ale and poured it all into the flesh wound, he screamed long and hard then pulled out a white cloth and covered his shoulder with it.

Cyrus ripped the sword from the guards hand and then kicked him down to the ground. Then as the guard laid there he took his sword and chopped the guards head off. Cyrus stepped back and took a deep breath before getting back into the fray.

The guards attack was relentless, it was a never ending wave of guard who just wouldn't go down. The group of prisoners felt they had met their match and when all hope seemed lost something happened. A dagger began flying through the air and soon landed in the face of a guard. It stuck out of his eye and the guard screamed in pain as blood from his eye socket rolled down his cheek. The guard screamed so loud that everyone stopped what they were doing and turned to see what was going on. And just then a man jumped down from the ceiling and stabbed the same guard right in the chest killing him.

Everyone stood in shock and awe at the man, he had a large suit of armor on and a sword the size of an ogre. It was an imperial who's face had a full goatee and his hair was tied up in a pony tail. The man pulled his sword out of guardsmen's chest and then turned to the Runaways.

"I was starting to get worried you guys wouldn't show." The man said in a deep voice. "I thought a recruit like Ri'soga would've at least gotten the job done righ...." but before he could finish a guard ran over a swung his sword at the man. But just before making contact the guard burst into flames before everyone's eyes.

The guards around the man were stunned for a moment, but that didn't stop them. The guards then ran in all at once for an attack to gang up on the man, but then a large burst of flame shot from the man's body and burned all the guards to crisp right there.

"Sorry forgot those guards were there, now where was I?" the man continued.

Cyrus blinked in amazement. "Wh... who are you?"

"I'm from Black Inc. And I've been waiting outside for you guys for what seems like forever." the man replied. "Now where's Ri'soga, I would like to check up on his progress."

Cyrus silently pointed in the corner where Ri'soga was hiding in the feudal position.

The man shook his head "RI'SOGA, COME OUT." He roared in anger. Ri'soga was hesitant at first but then stood up shaking in his boots and walked over.

"Y... Yes sir?" Ri'soga answered nervously.

"What happened, I told you to get these prisoners out of here alive. But what it looks to me that if I hadn't showed up these men would've died!" The man yelled at the cat.

The cat began to explain "Ummm well I was just uhh...."

Cyrus then stopped him. "He didn't do [censored]. He's been annoying us the entire trip, been telling us bull [censored] stories and has hid the entire time we've been here."

The man then looked at the cat. "Is this true Ri'soga?"

"uhh well..... yes, yes it is." Ri'soga replied.

The man shook his head, "It's obvious to me that you've failed your recruitment test. You are now an embarrassment to our guild and must be eradicated!"

"Wait wait!" Ri'soga pleaded. "I'm sorry I messed up please give me another chance!"

"It's over Ri'soga. NOW DIE" The man yelled and just then he hurled a huge ball of lightning towards Ri'soga. As it hit the Khajiit's chest he screamed in pain as the electricity fried him to a black crisp. Then he fell to the ground dead....

"Holy [censored]!!!" Cyrus yelped. "Look man, don't kill us!!"

"Don't be foolish I won't kill you. It's just hard to find good recruits these days, especially when your recruits are just murders or petty thieves. I'm hoping you guys will be different from the others, or at least not as stupid as Ri'soga here. By the way I'm Thomas." The man said reaching out to shake Cyrus's hand.

"Hey Thomas I'm Cyrus" The group then turned around and began to make their way to the exit. They could see the light at the end of the sewers as they walked.

OOC: Apologies for the short post, I need to get some sleep soon.

"Well, that wasn't so bad." Urdlin said with a shrug, reaching to unstring his bow before thinking better of it. Qa'shirr simply rolled his eyes. They followed Thomas, stopping to loot the corpses of guards every so often and gathering a reasonable amount of gold.

"Hey! Wait for us!" Aria yelled. After climbing down from the walkway, the runaway and the agent ran to catch up with the group. Talis quickly exchanged a few tense words with Thomas, who had decided to keep him alive for now seeing that he had helped as much as he could. After a few more words he went to guard the back. As Aria looked around the processing group, she realised that despite the Imperial's help, they all needed a healer. While she was mainly grazed, one arrow had stuck in her shoulder. She decided to leave it there for now, it was stopping the bleeding. Other members also had various wounds, quite a few worse than herself. But the light ahead must mean that they were getting out of the sewers soon.

Sauyl had looke around to see everyone leaving, Saul gets up holding his flesh wound on his shoulder, he searched around for Malak but he quickyl seen his corpse floating in the sewafe river with a swprd thrusted into his backm he looked towards the group as they past the burned bodies Saul had placed there, he looked towards Savage but he was nothing more then a burned pile of ash and bone. he walked over and picked up his elven sword, his broken dagger and crossbow then proceeded with the group.

"Hey wait a minute guys! what am i supposed to do? you all join black inc. while i remain here as a prisoner or guard helping to rebuild Alkotroz and be branded a traitor to the imperial government? what about me? i dont want to stay here! what do i get... do i get to join your guild.... do i get money? following you guys would be great! Thomas what are you gonna o with me?" Saul said as he worried and complained

OOC:Okay im still waiting for darkom to catch up so I might have us take a detour here in a second if thats okay with you guys. If hes not on by saturday then ill kill him off and well be done witht he prison forEVER!!!!!

Right, well, I made time, sorry for the delay. I'll read up over the past posts to get a gist of where you want me to be, but if I take a wrong turn let me know Baal and Karst won't be taking the sewers, if that's alright. I'm not entirely sure of the situation or the layout of the prison, so I'll just be making stuff up as I go. Hopefully this will take me most of the way out. Thanks.


IC: Baal frowned slightly, the amused look still playing in his eyes, as Karst retreated from her kill, apparently appalled by what she had done. "Oh gods," the stark Khajiit whispered, terrified, "What have I don? I- I killed him... with my..."

Before the Dunmer could bark out a laugh, the Khajiit fell, vomiting crimson bile, gripping Baal's thin shoulder with a furious grip. The woman trembled, Baal supporting her with one wiry strong arm. She tripped, apparently still in shock, and fell onto Baal's thin chest, wrapping one hand around his neck as if in embrace. He felt her sobbing weight against him, and for once he was practically speechless. Practically, not completely.

"Oh my, Karstine what has come over you? Just a little blood, nothing to fear. We'll have that fixed soon enough," the demon smiled, lowering the Khajiit onto a dry piece of turf gently, wiping the vomit from her strangley elvish lips tenderly. The Dunmer turned up just in time to see another guard staring at him, wide eyed with fright. He obviously knew who Baal was.

The Dunmer stood, throwing his gaunt face back in a feral laugh, his dancing eyes sparkling manically. His small filed-to-a-point teeth seemed to be stained with blood once more, or was it simply the light? The poor Imperial could see only Oblivion himself in the man, and his own death besides. Though Baal was heartless, he was no fool, and decided lazily not to pursue the terrified man as he fleed for his life.

Instead, Baal took Karst by the arms, slinging the Khajiit over his shoulder effortlessly, despite his frail stature. With the intriguing woman secure, Baal strode slowly out of the yard, daring any of the legionnaires to try and follow him. He made for a small side door- he didn't know exactly if it led out, but he would surely run into an exit eventually, be it a door or window, an ungerground tunnel or a flight from the rooftops. Though the first option was surely preferrable, in truth the method mattered little to Baal, so long as he left these cold walls behind.

The Dunmer whistled a cheery tune as he walked down the halls, the normally raucous corridors eerily quiet. He was beginning to think every soul in the prison was either on to Arkay or in the yard, when suddenly a black cloaked man seemed to materialize around the next corner. Baal said nothing at first, matching the pale Breton's stare with a bemused look of his own, setting Karst gently against the gray wall.

Baal waited patiently, smiling at the man, until the hooded figure's gaze broke, flicking away for the briefest of moments. Baal responded with an emotionless laugh, his arms folded squarely across his thin chest, sizing the man up. Though he was taller than Baal, he seemed even skinnier because of it, his sharp features adding to the lanky appearance. His ice blue eyes turned sharply into a large hooked nose, the paper thin slit that formed his lips hardly visible. The rest of the man was obscured under a full suit of black, like the assassins of the Brotherhood and Tong back in Morrowind, a large cloak open over top of that. The Breton drew his hood back, revealing a full head of wild black hair, curling at the ends, curious with his serious face.

"The Masters have need of you," the Breton said curtly, his eyes commanding Baal to follow. Baal's own gaze scoffed in return, mock disbelief lighting his features.

"Do they now? Have "the masters" permitted you to tell me any more? Or would you have to kill me?" Baal chuckled; the whole scene reminded him of a favorite book of his. Though the title escaped him, the similarity was uncanny, laughable.

The dark man's thin eyebrows deepened their scowl, his words dragging out of him, as if each cost a part of him to say, "Yes. The Book Masters of Black Inc., a guild working for the future of Tamriel."

Baal recalled the strange letter he had recieved earlier, the same Black Inc. that started the riot in the yard, that made his escape possible. Baal had never been a very appreciative man, though the premise amused him sufficiently enough not to kill the man.

"Ah, that Black Inc., of course. So that's what they're after, eh? Sounds very noble for such an ominous bunch of folks." Baal kept smiling, his sardonic sense of humor coming in full force now that his bloodlust had been sated.

The Breton continued staring; apparently he didn't appreciate the Dunmer's comments.

"But of course, how could I forget. I am Baal, Hanniel Baal, Dr. Monster." The Breton began to speak, but Baal cut him off, taking a step forward, his head cocking slightly to the side, "Though you, of course, already knew that, didn't you? Yes, I'm sure; your type is always very well informed about his targets. Did you all plan the riot, or was it just a convenient side effect of those letters?"

The Breton was practically shaking now, anger flaring in his icy eyes. Baal stood, seeming to mock him with his very presence, until the man's paper-lips moved again, trembling ever so slightly, "Yes, Doctor, we did know. Now if you will follow me, they want you outside."

'First we, then they? Is he trying to test me? Certainly it was purposeful, telling me this was no longer his decision. But was it just out of malignance, or respect?'

Baal smiled, "But of course," and chuckled softly as the cloaked man strode away, down the hall he had appeared in, and through a small side door. Baal raised an eyebrow, then dismissed the man. If he had been tasked with leading Baal out, he would not readily leave his target behind.

The Dunmer took his sweet time, his small teeth flashing at the thought of the man waiting ever-so-patiently just inside that room. Baal knelt down beside Karst, shaking the white Khajiit gently by the shoulder, brushing a lock of red hair from her face with his other hand- his six fingered hand.

"Karstine, my dear, wake up. An interesting situation has come up, and I would very much love to have you in it. Come now, there's no time to waste."



OOC: Sorry about the minor control, Aula. You can wake up before that if you'd like, just to hear the conversation, or you can ask Baal about the Breton later. Up to you, I don't mind either way.

Fox, I hope you don't mind how I introduced my Black Inc. guy. Let's just say for convenience sake that Black Inc. has another exit, but it was on the other side of the prison from you lot. Thanks

Raves couldn't get the image of the dead Khajiit out of his head.

As the rest of the group turned to head out, Raves dropped his Chameleon and resumed his Levitation spell (he still couldn't walk very well), then floated slowly after the other escapees. The young Dunmer was shivering slightly, and he had a knot of anxiety in his stomach the likes of which he'd never felt before.

He'd seen some rough things in his relatively short life: Telvanni masters taking their tempers out on their apprentices and slaves, fights breaking out in Thieves' Guild hangouts over drug deals gone sour, and, of course, the brutal rioting and chaotic killing that had characterized this very long day. But, for some reason, Ri'soga's death twisted his stomach most of all.

The way that man--that brutal creature who called himself Thomas--had so swiftly turned on the Khajiit horrified the young Dunmer.

Suddenly, everything lost that exciting, adventurous spark that had always pushed Raves into his various feats of daring and inquisitiveness. As Thomas held out his hand to Cyrus (who seemed to have taken the role of group leader), Raves understood, clear as crystal, that they wouldn't be given a choice here.

"I'm hoping you guys will be different from the others," Thomas had said, but his meaning was obviously something just a bit different: "Take one step out of line, and you'll end up like the Khajiit. No excuses or second chances."

Raves could hear some other soft conversations, and Saul protesting rather loudly that they not leave him behind, but the trickster remained a quiet little island of brooding misery... quite unlike himself, really. For the first time in his young life, Raves felt genuinely helpless. These Black Inc folks weren't a Morrowind House he could dodge by leaving the province, nor were they debt collectors he could put off his trail with a couple creative illusions. These people meant serious business, and now that they'd gotten their claws into him, he had the feeling that he would never be able to escape. It was a sensation Raves was entirely unfamilar with, and found more than a little uncomfortable.

For now, he silently Levitated in a cross-legged position after the group, still nursing his side wound and trying to make himself very unnoticeable to the man who had incinerated a platoon of Legionnaires. After all, Raves had a way of annoying dangerous authority figures: House Telvanni still had a hefty price on his head.

Elusmyr mouth curled downwards into a frown. "You killed him." He said sadly. "I don't like it when people who amuse me are killed. Nor do I appreciate people who steal my kills." Elusmyr looked at the sorched guards and took a menacing step forward towards the newcomer. This man was obviously neither friendly nor reasonable. Elusmyr prepared for a confrontation. But now that the battle had calmed down he realised he was almost completely drained of magicka, and there was no way he'd win a fight with this man.

Still. He didn't want to be part of this Black Inc. Even if they could help with... activities... He doubted they'd care much for his opinion for a long time, and he saw no obvious benefits in joining other then gold. Something he didn't value more then his time and free will. Perhaps he'd still kill this man. Leter though. As he slept or was wounded. He didn't know the limits of this man's ability and he didn't want to test them.

Elusmyr took a step back and smiled. "Anyway, I have a question. What exactly are we going to get out of joining your little club? Gold, obviously, but I care little for that. Gold makes power, which is always nice. But I'm more interested in things gold can't buy. To be completely honest with a respectable man like yourself, I don't see much of a point in joing without large benefits. Perhaps you could... elaborate. I'd hate to get involved in something I knew nothing about."

Elusmyr continued smirking and awaited a reply. In the mean time, he tried to remember a fire resistance spell he had learned a long time ago.

[censored] that. Larry thought to himself as he watched the man that was representing black inc. cut the khajiit down. Larry had seen many people die, but death from electricity seemed by far the worse. "That is [censored] up man." He said, panting slightly as he stepped back towards the sewers, as far as he was concerned - The further away from him, the safer he was: Even if he was on death row. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched Raves seem to go along with it. Godamnit. he thought to himself as he pushed his way towards him.

"Hey raves, listen mate." He whispered, trying to make it look like he wasn't talking about anything specific, "Do you really want to go along with this? I mean, the Khajiit did what he was told to do.. But he still died, we have no idea what these Black Inc. want from us.. And as far as i'm concerned, we escaped from that place on our own, these Black Inc. guys don't owe us jack." He added, nodding slightly so he made himself believe these words. Afterall - They were the only people that were hiring him, and money meant everything in this day and age. I'm getting too old for this [censored].

"Hey raves, listen mate." Larry's voice came softly from beside him. The Imperial's bright green eyes showed concern. "Do you really want to go along with this? I mean, the Khajiit did what he was told to do.. But he still died, we have no idea what these Black Inc. want from us.. And as far as i'm concerned, we escaped from that place on our own, these Black Inc. guys don't owe us jack." Larry nodded to himself at that: an odd motion that the Dunmer didn't miss.

Raves could hear Elusmyr talking in the background, asking what they would be getting out of this. Raves already knew the answer: "your lives".

"I doubt Black Inc will see it that way," Raves told Larry wryly. "I don't want to follow, but I don't think we have a choice. That man up there... Thomas? I've never seen someone throw magic around like that, and I've lived with Telvanni." Raves shook his head to himself, then gave the Imperial a weak, defeated smile. "I've run from a lot of debt collectors in my life, but none that could fry a platoon with a thought. I can't escape these guys; even if I run now, they'll be able to find me." He paused, biting his lip and considering the battered Imperial. "You can go, if you want. I can cast an invisibility spell on you, and you can get out of here."

Part of Raves wanted the Imperial to take the Dunmer up on his offer: go invisible and disappear, running off to safety. Larry had saved his life, and the pair had quickly formed a tentative friendship; Raves would hate to see Larry fried by a lightning bolt. Then again, Larry was the only one of their companions who Raves really connected with... everyone else was so brutal and cold. And the road ahead, wherever it led, was bound to be lonely.

That was just selfish, he knew. Then again, Raves was a career thief; he was allowed to be selfish.

Larry frowned and grated his teeth against each other in frustration, he wanted to hit Raves, tell him he was crazy and that they'd be fine. But he wasn't so sure of it, it was as though he'd escaped a bad situation only to go into one that was worse. "Godamnit.." He stated as he looked around, trying to get a hold onto the situation that flooded through his mind.

If he was to leave, he'd be alone, skint, cold and worst of all - He'd have no job. If he stayed, he'd have company, probably a few pennies, hopefully a warm bed but the chance of him getting stabbed in the back was exceptionally high. He looked to Raves, he was probably the only person he could trust, but that wasn't saying a great deal when he was surrounded by the likes of Salyn and the others. He glared angrily at Raves, "Godamn you, you'll get me killed you know." He stated, giving up on the idea of leaving, actually coming to terms with the fact that he wasn't leaving seemed to calm him and he was able to crack a smile, "If we ever live through this, you're buying me a beer."

Thomas and the group now came to large metal gate.

"Okay past here is the anvil sewers, you'll find it much larger than the prison sewers. Now get ready folks, because once you take another step forward you will have officially left the prison for good!" Thomas then shot a bolt of lighting at the doors lock and it exploded before the groups very eyes.

"Finally" Cyrus said "It's about time we escaped this prison." Cyrus then walked up and kicked the door open with his foot.

"Get ready folks" Thomas announced. "Its a 14 hour journey and we ain't gonna be fightin Legionnaires no more. God know's what lives in here."

Cyrus looked up at Thomas. "Umm why don't we just get out above ground?

Thomas shook his head. "No to many Legionnaires are stationed up there at the moment."

"Yeah but I saw how you killed those other guys back there. You could do the same up there couldn't you?" Cyrus exclaimed.

Thomas looked down at Cyrus and smiled. "Ha ha, and risk you getting killed before I can finish them off. I much rather keep you guys safe."

Cyrus's mouth then dropped at the man's insult. "Why you, I'll have you know I can take good care of myself!!!" Cyrus yelled at Thomas in anger. "I'm not as weak as you think I am." Cyrus said shoving the man. 'Big mistake' suddenly rushed through Cyrus's head. But it was to late as soon as he made contact Thomas opened his hand and put it in Cyrus's face. Then suddenly a great force shot out of Thomas's hand and right into Cyrus's face. It knocked Cyrus down and slammed him into the wall, hitting his head on the concrete. Cyrus growled in pain before blacking out.

"Now then." Thomas said turning to the group. "If there's any of you who think that something is wrong with the direction we're traveling, I'll be a bit more inclined to use something a bit more.....deadly." Thomas then picked up the knocked up Cyrus and slung him over his shoulder. The group then moved out through the metal gate and left the prison forever!!!!!



OOC: Okay i want you to realize that we have officially left the prison. The next chapter is going to be a short chapter to make it so darkom and his group can get in the same pace with us. I will be making another chapter 3 just for Darkom and his group as well.



Chapter 3: Please don't feed the anvil sewer monsters


The Anvil sewers were about as large as an alyied dungeon. Abandon years ago, it was more of an escape route for the countess than an actual sewer system. Now the group could finally take much needed breath of fresh air.

Cyrus who still laid unconscious over Thomas's shoulder could not join in the prisoners celebration of their newly found freedom. They were now free of Alkatroz, hopefully for good this time, of course for a few members it would probably only be a couple months before they would return to their evil criminal deeds.

For now Thomas and the group took their time to walk through the sewer system. It was a long walk to make it from ruined Kvatch to Anvil, and supplies for the group was pretty low. And as they walked hours seemed to fly by without any indication of how close they were to Anvil. But then suddenly Thomas raised his hand in the air to halt the groups movement. Now the group stood in a giant circular room with huge dark pool of water in it's center surrounded with a giant metal railing to keep others from falling in.

Thomas moved his eyes across the room. "You hear that?" Thomas then moved his eyes over to a dark corner, there the shadow of something flop up and down.

"You guys stay here I'm gonna go check it out." Thomas then set Cyrus on the ground and moved in closer. There he saw the creature, it was a small little baby squid, probably not even a foot long yet. He picked up and held it in his hand. It looked like it had about 8 tentacles on it..... wait no about 10.... 20.... 30? Thomas scrunched his face up in confusion, he had never seen a squid with this many tentacles before. It was a strange little creature, in fact the more he looked at it the less it really looked like a squid. Thinking to put it down and just kill it the beast then suddenly latched all its tentacles to Thomas's chest.

"What the!!" Thomas said as he tried to pull it off, but then he felt a high jolt of electricity shoot inside his body. Thomas yelled out in pain and then quickly pulled the thing off taking a good chunk of his armor with it. Now Thomas was bit surprised that the things tentacles had latched on pretty well to his chest and he was amazed that it wouldn't come off until he ripped off some of his armor with it. Thomas now not taking any chances quickly caught the small little parasite on fire and burned it alive.

"Well now that's dealt with..." Thomas said as he picked up the dead little creature that was burnt to a crisp and examined it. But then suddenly the ground began to shake and an angry moan from something..... somewhere in the room began to fill the air.

Cyrus who had just woke up from his head injury was now in a state of shock and disbelief as he gazed upon a tentacle that's shadow took up his entire body. "Uhh guys over here." Cyrus yelled back to the group of prisoners who were still focused on the roars that filled the room. The group then turned their attention to Cyrus who was now in scared disbelief to what he saw. There in front of Cyrus stood a enormous monster with a million tentacles that shot out from under the water. It had giant red eyes the size of a house. And it's beak that worked as its mouth looked lethal enough to snap any man in two. High bolts of electricity shot out of its tentacles and went up into the air.

Thomas who was still focused on the creature he had just killed was unaware that the monster was behind. It was only until Cyrus yelled "Thomas watch out!!!" That Thomas flipped around to watch as the monster swung one of it's large tentacles at him. The monster slammed Thomas in the face an pounded him into a wall, which was then followed by a large group of rubble from above to fall on top of him.

"Great now what!!!" Cyrus yelled. He then stood up and pulled out the sword he had took from the guard earlier. Just as the monster slammed its tentacle down and shot a bolt of electricity across the floor, Cyrus thinking fast quickly jumped out of the way. Then he saw what was going on, the floor was covered in a group of metal pipes that laid out like a maze in the concrete. If any of his team mates were standing on one the moment that thing slammed it its arm to the floor they would be fried..... probably to death.

"Guys watch out for the metal pipes on the floor. If you touch one while he's attacking your gonna turned into a black crisp." Cyrus advised his friends. Cyrus then thinking smart quickly attacked the tentacle that was now completely uncharged. Slicing his sword through it's arm it cried out in pain as blood began to shoot out of it.

Group two's chapter:

Chapter 3: Me Ambush YOU!!!

The breton pulled out a pocket watch.

"Well now we are really behind schedule!" The breton then looked over at Baal. "It looks like were gonna have to go through the front gates. Forget the sewers, we'll just have to find a quicker route." The breton then led them through the hallways. Poking their heads around every corner of every hall looking for guards they ran to the courtyard. And when it seemed like they had been moving forever the group finally stopped moving. The breton poked his head over the sandstone walls of Alkatroz to look through a window that gave an entire view of the courtyard. It was empty now, all the guards had left, nothing but silent sound of dead bodies filled the air.

The Breton looked at his newly found companions. "Damn no one told me the door had been destroyed." The Breton exclaimed in anger. "Oh well I guess it doesn't matter, we'll find some way to remove it." The breton then led them down to the courtyard where they stepped out into the field of dead bodies.

It was dark and quite, nothing but the moon provided lighting and the wind was the only thing that could be heard for miles. It was just so quiet.... but not quiet enough.

"Damn it, this isn't good. I hear something faint off in the distance." The breton then turned back to the door that they had gone through earlier. It was now closed and sealed. 'A trap!' raced through the bretons mind. Then he heard a voice that sent a chill down his spine.

"Now now my good man. Leaving sir early the party hasn't even started." The breton then spun around to see the warden leaned up against the wall.

"WHAT'S GOING ON HERE." The breton yelled.

"Now now, might wanna keep your voice down, eh laddy. You don't wanna make him anymore angry than he already is." The warden said as he waved his finger at the group.

"What the? Who angry" The breton demanded!

"Oh you'll see." The warden said than began to laugh manically as he stepped to the side. Then right there, the group could begin to see the metal door that the warden was standing in front of. And yeah it was the door that led to the high security vaults. This isn't good......

Suddenly the group heard a man scream angrily from behind the door. "Let me go NOW!" they heard faintly. And just then the door swung open to reveal a ten foot man covered in chains. He was rippling with muscles and had huge body. He had orange hair and a orange beard..... he almost looked like a super lepracon on steroids.

"Me Tim Tim angry now. Me want to kill all of you." The giant beast of a man yelled into the air. A guard then came up and attempted to unlock his chains. Only for the man who called himself Tim Tim, to hit the guard very hard and knock him far away from him. Tim Tim then ripped apart the chain that held him back by himself.

"I'm going to eat your legs AFTER YOUR DEAD!!!!" Tim Tim then broke the chain on his other rist and charged in.

The pair of assassins hung back, staring pensively at the creature, carefully weighing the decision between finding a ladder to the surface and taking their chances with the legionnaires, or fighting off the giant squid that shot electricity from the tips of each tendril.

"Right."

"Right."

"....No."

"Definitely not."

The two turned on heel and began bolting back down the way they came, heading for the closest ladder back up to a manhole. As they got to the ladder they stopped to glance back down the tunnel where the fight continued.

"Are they stupid?" Qa'shirr pondered aloud.

"I think they are." Urdlin confirmed, "They've just escaped prison and what do they do? Fight a giant monster."

Qash squinted, "I think they're shouting for us to help."

Urdlin nodded, "Interesting. Maybe they think we like them enough to care."

They both shrugged and clambered up the ladder towards freedom. Lin glanced down at Qash and counted silently with his fingers. Three....two....one....and on zero Lin pushed against the manhole cover. It was heavier than he thought, so he pushed harder. Still nothing. Glancing through the tiny hole in the center of the metal cover, Lin saw what appeared to be an oblivious legionnaire standing on the manhole cover. There was no way the bosmer could lift the bulky soldier with all of his armor.

"One of the soldiers has their feet on the cover." Lin whispered to Qash, who closed his eyes and shook his head. They both grudgingly climbed back down the ladder, turning to look back through the doorway towards the lightning kraken with despair.

"Any ideas?" Lin asked.

Qash shook his head, "Nothing really. I couldn't even get close enough to stab it."

Lin sighed, "I guess I could shoot it from here, but I wouldn't even know where to aim. Does something like that even HAVE a weak point?"

Qash's eyes grew wide as he had an idea, "Wait, you might be able to hurt it with your arrows!"

Lin shook his head, "How do you figure?"

"They're silver, they have metal shafts!" Qash pointed out, taking one of the arrows from Lin's quiver and sighting down their length. "If you pierce its skin, the arrow will act like a lightning rod. Assuming its skin is what protects it from its own electricity, the arrow will induce an electrostatic discharge into the creature's uninsulated flesh because it's a conductive object without any grounding, resulting in the redistribution of electrical charge in both the conductive instrument -in this case, the arrow- and the grounding medium -in this case, the horrible squid creature."


Lin was staring at Qash with a mixture of bewilderment and irritation. After a lengthy pause, he asked, "...How do you know that?"

"There's many things about me you don't know." Qash said nonchalantly, "Now would you just shoot the thing?"

Lin re-strung his bow and nocked an arrow. He pulled back on the string, before pausing a moment to tell Qa'shirr, "Don't ever talk for that long ever again." And then fired a silver arrow into one of the tentacles.

OOC: Dark Fox, why did you completely ignore my post?

IC: The man who now identified himself as Thomas ignored Elusmyr. Elusmyr grumbled and continued. As they continued through the sewer, he plotted how he'd kill the newcomer. 'A knife in his sleep, would be my best bet'. As they came to the exit, Cyrus got his head slammed into the ground after a brief arguement with Thomas. 'How polite.'. Elusmyr sighed. Cyrus had had his head smashed into concrete, it could have and might have killed him. Elusmyr was amazed at how little regard these people had for the life of member and recruit. His resolve to escape strengthened. To him, this Black Inc. was no better then the prison they had just escaped from, and Eusmyr valued his freedom more then all the gold in the world.

They travelled for hours. Elusmyr kept careful track of the time, and the stopped about 13 hours in. Most likely they were very close or already in Anvil. Elusmyr kept his eyes open at all times for an oppurtunity to escape. After a small encounter with a squid, everything went to hell.

A gaint tentacled monster burst out of the pool, and started attacking the party.After the warriors rushed off to fight, Elusmyr smiled and took a few steps back.

"Sorry, fellows!" He shouted sarcasticly "I think I left an amulet very dear to me back in the prison. And I am returning to collect it. Hold strong!"

Elusmyr chuckled and ran off out of the room, into the next room, which two escapees were just leaving. He saw a manhole cover, and seeing it as a glorious opportunity, climbed it. When he got to the top, he pushed it with all of his might. It wouldn't even budge. He pushed it again. Nothing.

Climbing back down, Elusmyr assembled a fire spell.

OOC: you ignored my post too before we exited the sewers? i dont know what to do with Saul right now, is he in the prison still or is he following you guys???

OOC: I read all the posts walrus but I was so focused on Darkom and his characters and are characters to remeber to put in a relpy. Its fine just say thomas ignored you.

Cyrus looked over at Quash and Lin. They had just fired an arrow into the tentacle of the squid. Then as the arrow made contact the Squid electricuted itself. As it's own shock went in and out of its body it roared in pain and anger. For a brief moment it dunked under the water, but then quickly shot back up. It now showed very little damage other than a few burns.

"Good idea Quash and Lin." Cyrus said to the two. "But I think were gonna have to aim somewhere a bit more direct." Cyrus who had just gained an idea quickly ran over and threw his sword through the air. Only to watch his sword land in one of the giant red eyes of the squid. Then the electricity from the squids tentacle jumped to cyrus's sword and electricuted its eye.

The Monster then screamed in pain as the electircity from Cyrus's sword started to turn it's eye into a black crisp. It then fell back into the water along with many of it's tentacles. Only for it to shoot up once more, but slower this time. Now the squid monster was showing a considerable amount of weakness, It could barley lift 8 of its tentacles at time now. Much less than the 30 or so it had before.

"It's working guys aim for its eyes" Cyrus yelled. "It's eyes are it's weak point." Cyrus said wishing he had his weapon back.

OOC: No problem.

IC: Elusmyr decided against a fireball. It'd probably send the city guard crazy. Instead he returned to the room.

Elusmyr, in seizing the opportunity of killing Thomas, had failed to take notice of his surroundings. And we managed to leap away just as a tentacle came at him. But it scraqed the side of his head, shocking him briefly and sending him whirling onto the ground with a thud. Elusmyr pushed himself up and touched his face. He was bleeding. He groaned and struggled to his feet.

"It's working guys aim for its eyes" Cyrus yelled. "It's eyes are it's weak point."

Elusmyr noticed Cyrus had lost his sword. Can't have the fighter swordless He thought. Elusmyr jogged to the doorway into the room, so he was out of range of the monster's flailing tentacles, and he put his hands together, and pulled from Oblivion. A red light formed in his hand, and it molded itself into a blade, it's red curls and spikes betraying it's daedric origin. He threw the blade at Cyrus's feet. "Here, sorry about your sword" Elusmyr smirked. Elusmyr summoned another sword in the same way, and reentered the room.

As soon as he was inside, he ran straight for the monster, even with the imperial armor he had forgotten to take off slowing him down, he managed to achieve momentum, and charged the sword into one of the monster's eyes. A bolt went through the sword, sending him flying back to the floor. The air emptied his lungs, and he gasped for breath. A looming figure appeared over his head, and he just managed to roll himself over onto his knees as the tentacle slapped into the bricks hard. Elusmyr gasped, and struggled once more to his feet.