ooc- Krimsin, lol at the banter between the two.

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"Godamn you, you'll get me killed you know. If we ever live through this, you're buying me a beer." Raves laughed at Larry's words, his spirits lifted with relief.

"Deal, but I'm buying myself one as well," he replied with a wink.

His spirits were dampened again by the next display: the Dunmer winced as Thomas knocked Cyrus out for speaking out, but he wasn't really surprised. It sure put a damper in things, though, and only confirmed his earlier concerns.

Over the next hours, Raves entertained himself (and Larry) as best he could, providing a whispered running commentary on various things they encountered on the trip: odd smells, an unidentified animal, old graffiti painted on the walls... At one point, Raves started idly juggling his dice with one hand, just to keep himself entertained.

After a while, he felt strong enough to walk on his own legs again, and dropped the levitation spell with some relief. So much constant strain on his magicka was tiring, at best, and distracting at worst.

When Thomas stopped them at a large, circular chamber, Raves thought nothing of it, until the assassin killed the little squid, and something that was no doubt a family member took swift revenge.

Cyrus was quick to leap into the swarm of electric tentacles, and it wasn't long before silver arrows were streaking through the dark sewer. Cyrus shouted something and threw his sword at the creature, scoring a devastating blow into its eye. Thomas was slammed into the wall by a waving tentacle and promptly buried under a pile of rubble... something that most would have assumed was fatal.

But Raves, who had grown up around the notoriously long-lived Telvanni, subscribed to the philosophy of never declaring someone dead until their body had been burned.

Elusmyr yelled something along the lines of "see ya, svckers!" and ran off, only to reappear a minute later.

Nimbly avoiding the pipes that were still fizzling with electricity, Raves found a position that offered him a clear view of the fight, but still kept him out of range of the tentacles. Then, the young Dunmer telekinetically pulled Cyrus's sword out of the creature's eye, circled in the air around the beast to gain momentum, and then plunged it blade-first into the creature's eye: the eye that Elusmyr had just been blasted away from. Raves, however, was safely across the dungeon, so felt none of the pain as electricity surged through that sword as well.

(All this was accompanied with theatrical gesturing on his part... Raves could never seem to use telekinesis without waving his hands about like an epileptic imp.)

Raves grinned, and telekinetically shoved the sword deeper, even as it sparked and turned red with the heat. Maybe, if he was lucky, he could plunge it right through to its tiny brain.

OOC EDIT: Dark Fox, I actually didn't figure Thomas was dead. That's what the whole "Raves subscribed to the philosophy..." line is about. I was just describing Elusmyr's actions and my character's reactions, as is my style. But if you want that part edited and clarified, here ya go. :shrug:

OCC: ok sorry for the inconvience

ICC: stood there as he watched the group, moments later he caught up to the group of prisoners in the chamber, but one moment it was escape next moment it was a giant squid-like creature, Saul hasitly running to the door but it was locked, "going back to the prison was better then figting this monster" is what he thought, holding his wound and grabing for his crossbow he yelled as the sharp pain hit his shoulder after letting go, hastily putting in bolts and firing, he loads and aims for the bright red fleshy spot on the body the was connected to the tenticles, numerous times he missed.

Thought it was the end of Saul, he grabs his elven sword and starts cutting and slashing incoming tentacles, he trips with his sword in his hand as a tentacle grabs his leg and drags him into the air, screaming in fear he grabs his dagger and throws it from the blade to make it spin around and around to try and cut the tentacle, he grabs his sword and starts slashing the air hoping to cut off the tentacle, he saw sparks then he used all his strength to beng himself to reach his foot and cut off the tentacle, he hits the ground hitting his shoulder with the flesh wound then crawls away and picks up his sword

OOC: ???? Uhh i am walrus for one thing you can't kill thomas because he's under a pile of rubble and you can't see him or get to him. Also your post is story jacking so please edit it. :mellow:

Edit: You to BSparrow. Guys don't advance the story without my say so.

second edit: Bsparrow I'm just telling you to remove it because Walrus is going to have to remove his so you wouldn't be allowed to keep it anyways.

OOC: I thought the rubble only covered part of him. I didn't think there would have been that much of a cave over one guy hitting the wall, but sure, i'll edit it. Also, how am I storyjacking?

OOC: Your story jacking because you killed the character i was gonna have lead you out of the sewers. If he's dead how will we ever find black inc?

Cyrus watched as his own sword was plunged deeper into the squids eye by the dunmer. As it pushed in the beast screamed and shrieked in terror.

"Just a bit farther" Cyrus yelled. And then right there the sword went through his giant red eye and straight into his brain.

The beast was now out of control, it began moving violently and rapidly. It banged it's tentacles on the ground as it roared in pain and it started to destroy everything in sight.

Within moments it had almost completely destroyed the floor, and the ex-prisoners had to keep dodging out of the way of its tentacles so they wouldn't get hit. Even the pipes that outlined the floors had gotten completely destroyed. It was pretty much destroying anything that it could touch.

It was now clear that if this continued for much longer the beast would most likely destroy the whole room, trapping the runaways forever inside. But right then at that moment the monster stopped all movement and then began to vibrate with electricity. The runaways watched as the squid all of suddenly began to deep fry in a pool of its own electric shock. Soon it's skin turned to a leathery black and steam began to rise from it's crispy body. And then the giant squid fell into the water dead.

Cyrus walked slowly over to the pool. "What happened?" he asked. And then Cyrus saw it. A metal pipe had broken and fallen into the water, it seemed that the pipe became a lighting rod for the squids electricity. The pipe had attracted electricity and then the electricity had gone into the water. Frying the giant squid and killing it for good.

"Well I guess that takes care of that." Cyrus said turning to the others. "Now what with Thomas dead where do we....." but before Cyrus could finish Thomas emerged from the rubble, completely unharmed.

"Uhhh god sorry guys, I got knocked out for awhile. What the hell happened.?" Thomas asked in a weak voice.

"What happened!!! We almost got our asses handed to us by a giant squid!!!" Cyrus yelled in anger.

"You know I would keep your voice down if I were you. I might actually kill you this time." Thomas said limping towards Cyrus. It was clear he was in quite a poor conditioned after being knocked into the wall and taking a thousand volts of electricity. "Come on lets go." Thomas said. "We've wasted enough time here." Thomas then limped over to the door.

"Come on everyone. Lets go" Thomas said before him and the group continued on through the sewers. There was nothing to stop them now, they were quite near the outside world now. It was only a matter of moments before Thomas and the group came to a giant ladder.

"Well your new lives lie just beyond this door." Thomas said as he pointed towards the ladder. "Right up here leads to a hill that overlooks anvil."

"What happens once we're outside?" Cyrus asked Thomas. Now starting to wonder where this secret base of Black inc. actually was.

"Oh you'll see." Thomas said before bursting out into laughter. But Cyrus definitely wasn't laughing, in fact he wasn't sure that he wanted to join this Black Inc. anymore. They just sounded more and more scary every moment.

The group of runaways then climbed up the latter and towards the manhole at the top. Thomas then pushed open the manhole and a huge beam of light burst through it.

Cyrus hardly couldn't wait, he pushed all the other prisoners out of the way so that he could climb up the latter first.

Then he finally reached the top and burst through the manhole. There he saw what he hadn't seen in a long while.... the sea. It was now dawn, the sun had a beautiful orange glow about it and the cool morning air brushed against Cyrus's face. It looks like they had been traveling for much longer than they had hoped, in fact it seems like they actually had been traveling for more than 24 hours. Either that or somehow they had been fast enough to make the trip in around 6 hours. Cyrus was really hoping that they had been traveling for 6 hours, he couldn't of imagined what would've happened over in a days time of their escape. The black horse courier alerting the countess and the local guard hanging up wanted posters.

"Great now what?" Cyrus said turning to Thomas. He was still wondering where this secret base was going to be located.

Thomas shook his head. "I'm afraid right now I'm going to need you to close your eyes and fall asleep."

Cyrus's face grew puzzled. "Umm could you repeat that?" Cyrus asked in a confused tone.

"I want you and your friends here to fall asleep. Right now." Thomas said getting a bit more hostile in his tone.

"Umm okay, but I don't really feel like sleeping right now." Cyrus replied to Thomas's odd command.

"I wasn't askin your permission! Your going to fall asleep right here right now!" Thomas commanded.

Cyrus couldn't help but wonder what Thomas's deal was. Cyrus had opened his mouth to question Thomas once again, but then all of a sudden a stream of black sand shot out of his hands and surrounded the group. Every member of the group quickly grew tired. Their eyes force themselves shut and the only sounds that came out of their mouths were yawns.

Cyrus fell to the ground, more tired than he had ever been. 'Damn him' Cyrus thought. It was clear to him that Thomas had used a very powerful drain fatigue spell, he had never felt more tired in his life. It was only a matter of time before Cyrus fell completely asleep.

Saul had walked out of the sewers with the sun rising and the cold, wind blow upon his face, he had felt alive, he looked over to the group and seen them talking, Saul took a quick run in the grass and rolled around on his back, he didnt care if his wound would get infected, just as long as he could feel the earth again. he was on his back, he looked at the group of prisoners and seen black sand coming out of nowhere, he had assumed it was an arc-way to the black inc headquarters. he got up and started running towards the black sand

"Ohh no you dont, you guys aint getting away from me... im coming with" he said as he started to charge into the black sand, he reached the veil and breathed in the sand and he instantly fell to the ground sleeping.

OOC: I'm impressed this thread made it this far on such a simple starting premise, we're almost to the second thread now. GG DF

IC: Urdlin sighed as he was ordered to go to sleep on a whim, "Oh, aren't you the one in charge? Qash, daddy says it's bedtime." He said sarcastically, before turning to look up at Thomas with more determination than his elvish stature should allow, "Sir, I'm afraid there's not a thing you can do to stop the both of us from walking out of here and never having to see your face ever again. Besides, I'm not even tired."

"I am." Qa'shirr contradicted, looking rather winded from spending the entire night walking nearly non-stop without sleep. In truth, Lin was as well, but he wasn't about to stop now. They both turned in unison and took a single step away from Anvil before Thomas cast his spell. They were both asleep before their faces hit the grass.

OOC: Aula, I'm sorry if this is too controlling, Fox wanted me to get out of the prison. Thanks.

IC: Baal followed the Breton, continuing to amuse himself by poking fun at the man's attitude and appearance. The cloaked member of the mysterious Black Inc. led them down hallway after hallway, checking around corners furtively until they made their way back to the courtyard Baal had just left less than an hour ago. That hour, however, seemed to have been enough time for the remaining legionnaires to remove their dead companions, leaving the prisoners blood soaked bodies to rot of course, and escape to a safer portion of the large prison complex. The moon reflected in the inky black puddles of death, a grim reminder of the recent violence.

Baal motioned for Karst to follow him, striding into the open field along with the shady Breton. 'Moving into open ground, we're nice targets for what remains of the guards here. I could have found a better escape route than this; perhaps I misjudged this man's competence.'

"Damn it, this isn't good. I hear something faint off in the distance." The cloaked man was becoming more anxious by the minute, his eyes moving rapidly, hands restless. Just as Baal was about to deride the supposedly skilled guild member for losing his cool, a calm yet high pitched voice interrupted him.

"Now now, my good man. Leaving early? The party hasn't even started." The infamous warden, the Bosmer with an inferiority complex, was leaning against the off gray walls of the yard. Baal chuckled to himself softly, the warden's smirk broke into a scowl as he saw the Dunmer.

"What's going on here?" the Breton's composure finally broke altogether, his shouts echoing around the shaded walls.

"Now now, might wanna keep your voice down, eh laddy," the Bosmer waved a tutting finer at the man, his smug look back, "You don't wanna make him anymore angry than he already is."

"What the- who angry?" the Breton demanded. Baal's sensitive nostrils flared, catching the musty smell of sweat and urine from the Bosmer's direction. 'Not him, so the elf's got back up. Hopefully this so called assassin doesn't fight like he plans.'

"Oh, you'll see," the Bosmer chuckled, stepping aside to reveal a large iron door, a booming voice commanding unseen captors from behind it, "Let me go now!"

The door swung open, and for the first time Baal thought he might have his hands full. The man- no, the monster- was twice Baal's height, and probably weighed over three times the Dunmer.

"Me Tim Tim angry now. Me want kill all of you!" the rippling monster bellowed, knocking aside a guard and ripping apart the chains that held him less than twenty yards away from Baal and Karst.

"I'm going eat your legs after you're dead!" the thing broke the rest of his restraints, solid iron snapping like paper as he charged in towards Baal. The Dunmer acted immediately, tackling Karst to the ground as he lept out of the giant's warpath. Almost as soon as he hit the ground Baal rolled, looking back up at the monster as he did so.

"Karst, get out of here!" Baal shouted back to the white Khajiit, his suave mannerisms forgotten, his true self showing through with the sudden rush of adrenalin. False emotions, lies and deciet were all washed away, the charismatic doctor lost to the practiced killer, instincts taking over conscious thought. The Dunmer swept a prisoner's makeshift shank from the ground, the previous owner's body still staring lifelessly towards the stars beside him.

The monster came around for a second charge, but to Baal it seemed slower than the first. Tim-Tim lumbered forward, beady eyes crazed, slobber flying into the bright orange beard, sheer mass keeping Baal from most of his favorite targets. The face was out of reach, front torso protected by a wall of muscle, arms thick around as the Dunmer swinging madly; Baal needed to finish this quickly.

Baal sidestepped, ducking under a blind swipe, driving his blunt weapon to the hilt just under the giant's rib on his back, piercing layers of muscle. Blood sprayed immediately, the creature gave a roar of feral pain, spinning around to face Baal, one hand held over his wound. The Dunmer eyed him with a sharp toothed smile.

OOC: Sorry, I've been away. I'm going to kill off the member of Black Inc. that was leading my character because he doesn't have much of a purpose now.

While Aria had only a few scratches from the fight with the giant squid, Talis had been buried when the squid had started to destroy the room. She had tried to get him out, but prison had weakened her, and she got no reply to her yells. Their guide didn't seem to notice. And she was starting to have doubts. It seemed that Black Inc. didn't care greatly about their staff. If she could, once they got out of the sewers she would try and find a different job, with more compassion needed, and less risk. Like being a Dark Brotherhood assassin.

They had finally reached the end of the tunnel and it was a relief on the Dark Elf's cut and bruised feet to feel grass under them. Just as she was about to try to escape, a spell washed other her, draining all energy from her and making her slump to the ground.

OOC: I hope you don't consider this character controlling but there's no need for you to make another post just to take a sip of wine.

Tim Tim began screaming angrily in pain. "Me Tim Tim's side hurt!!!" Tim Tim screamed into air. He tried to charge at the group again but they all just simply stepped to the side and out of his way. There was no fearing him now that he was near death.

As Tim Tim charged he missed the group and slammed into the ruined door. His impact caused the fronts of the door to explode into several thousand pieces, opening the way to freedom once more.

Now that everything was taken care of, the Breton began to wipe the sweat off his tired and nervous brow. "That was amazing. I'll be sure to tell the elders about this, no doubt you guys will get a higher rank than the rest of the recruits." He then turned back to the empty darkness of the Prison walls. "Now that thats done with shall we take care of the warden?" The Breton said turning back to his group. But when he turned forward once more, the warden was gone. Nowhere to be found, completely vanished.

"Why that short little insecure woodelf!!!!" The Breton yelled angrily. "Well I guess it can't be helped, let's just move on." The Breton said. "By the way my name is Ernand Varnand. But just call me Ernand. Now no need to introduce yourself now, I already know of your exploits, no lets continue on."

Ernand and the group then continued one through the front gates, the early sun of dawn began to poke from above the horizon.

"Well now it looks like it's time for a celebration." The Breton said breaking out a couple bottles of wine and handing it to the two. The three probably suspected it was a trap but took a sip of the Bretons wine anyways. Only to fall to the floor asleep, a few moments later.


Edit: Okay i included jonasvault in the group that got knocked out.

The giant squid monster burst out the water and batted Thomas aside like he was nothing. The man that had taken out an entire squad of legionaries single handed was buried under a pile of rubble. Meer was stunned by the enormity of the creature. Lightning sparked across it's many tentacles as it slammed them down onto the ground. "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 yelled. Meer moved his feet just in time for a bolt of electricity to travel down the pipe between his legs.

He eyed the creature carefully and tried to think up a plan. No use attaking mindlessly with his sword he needed to find it's weak spot. Arrows shot over his head striking the creature and causing it to shock itself. A stray bolt jumped through the pipes and up Meer's tail bringing him to his knees, if that had been as strong as the first blast he would have been fried. He looked up to see Raves impale the creatures eye with a flating sword sending it into a beserk rage. Finaly it shocked itself into submission and the group was able to be led out of the sewers by Thomas (who had miraculously survived). Meer struggled up the ladder and collapsed onto the grass outside.

Once everyone was out Thomas ordered them to sleep but despite protests from some members of the group sleep seemed good to Meer. He was exhausted from the days events and while before his imprisonment he would of been able to keep going for a few more hours, the lack of real food and phisical exertion had decreased his endurance greatly. Black sand rose from the ground and he found hmself losing consciousness.

Elusmyr followed the rest of the group on through the sewers, trailing behind the rest of the group. While they climbed up the ladder, he entered the last room. Distracted by his bruised body from the last fight, he didn't notice the pressure plate on the floor near the door, and stumbled onto it. Suddenly, a spike launched itself from one of the walls, impaling him in the side, he let out an unearthly scream, and the spike retracted, dropping him to the floor. Bleeding to death, his life ebbing away from him, he looked up at the adventurers one by one falling into asleep, and he sneered "I hope you all die" as the blackness consumed him just before the black sand that consumned the others.

OOC: He's dead, Jim.

Larry hated fighting, not only was it messy; but it often caused him great pain. It therefore came to no surprise when Larry hid from the giant monster while everyone else did battle. While others may have seen it as a cowardly thing to do - Larry would always see it as a tactical decision, afterall, he was much better suited to sneaking around or throwing knives. And he couldn't do either at this point in time.

Luckily, the group managed to overcome the foe and without raising suspicion, Larry quickly joined them, appearing at Raves side. As they began to climb the ladder to freedom, his heart began to pump, he could smell fresh air that hinted of the ocean. When he climbed out of the manhole and looked out onto the large town of Anvil he couldn't help but feel emotional. The scene itself was beautiful, the ocean laid before him, the sun setting and the calmness of the southern forest was all a bit too much for Larry.

He took a deep breath and without warning, fell to the floor fast asleep, his last thoughts were of treachary and how much he wished Thomas would've died back in the tunnel.

OOC: okay i'm gonna start chapter 4 as soon as Bsparrow and Jonas post. If they don't post by wensday then we'll move on.

ooc- Whoops, sorry.

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Raves wasn't at all surprised when Thomas burst out of the rubble like the stone had a mass Feather cast on it, wholy unharmed. That was just what hard-core spellcasters did, after all.

Raves took it all in stride, and followed Larry up the ladder, pausing at the top to take in the scene.

It was remarkably like the various other jailbreaks Raves had pulled off in his relatively short life: the breath of fresh air, the rush of adrenaline, that burst of elation at the knowledge that he'd slipped the strictures of society yet again...

But this time, the freedom was short-lived.

Raves was just starting to look forward to scoping out an Anvil gaming den (pirate ports always had the best tables!) when Cyrus struck up a conversation with their guide, and Raves felt the stirrings of a Drain Fatigue spell from that direction.

Raves immediately started gathering up his own power for a counterspell, but with his magicka so low after all that showy telekinesis, he couldn't muster up his magicka fast enough to get a Silence spell off... not before Thomas's spell went off anyway.

He sighed as Thomas cast his spell, and laid down by his own power, just so he wouldn't hurt himself by falling on a rock or something.

Ah well. He could use a nap anyway.

OOC: I'm going to change my prievious post with darkoms character in it so that Jonasvault is included.

am i still in the second part in this RP? that was my last post to this RP where i breathe in the black sand and fall asleep, thats my post to where im done and waiting for Part 2, so am i still in?

OOC: Sorry I haven't posted lately guys but my uncle died recently and i haven't had much time. Ill post this afternoon

OCC: im so sorry for your loss Verlox

Chapter 4: The Black Hideaway

The group was rudely awoken up by the hard floor concrete floor of the Black Inc. dungeon. The cell they awoke in was grimy and dirty, pitch black, and very humid. Very unfit for long periods of isolation, hell there wasn't even a cubic centimeter of leg room. The cell they had placed in was actually smaller then the one they had in Alkatroz. And even worse the cell was being shared with several other people.

Cyrus began to wake up as well. He was one of the few people in the cell to have the luxury of waking up in a bed, but it was more like he was trapped on a small little island that overlooked a sea of people. When he tried to get out he only found himself walking on top of Saul's face.

"[censored]" Cyrus said. "What the hell just happened. How long have we been here?" Cyrus looked around, it was dark.... very dark. The only light in the dungeon came from a lit candle that laid outside their cell.

Cyrus couldn't believe what he was seeing. They had gone from one cell to another one. They had escaped from prison only to be stuffed into a worse one.

At first Cyrus thought of waking up the others to devise a plan of escape. But it was only a few moments later that Cyrus began to hear someone's footsteps pace down the hall.

"Well looky here Raksada. It looks like the fresh meat just woke up." The voice of an Argonian sounded as he stayed shaded in the darkness.

"Ha ha, yeah Wud-Ne. Lets hope this batch of recruits doesn't fall victim to Gromog's short fuse like those last guys." The voice of a Khajiit sounded.

The two then stepped out from the shadows, both a Khajiit and an Argonian stood before the prisoners. The Khajiit had a nice look about him, had headband hair and had a green robe that covered his body, obliviously a mage. The Argonian had red scaly skin, with a little bit of light blue on the sides of his nose. He wore a dark black robe and kept a sharp silver longsword on his back, most likely he was fighter.

"So now any comments before I drag you off to your fates." Wud-Ne the argonian said with a grim smile.

Larry woke abruptly, the feeling of something digging into his ribs caused him to yell in mild surprise - embarrassed he quickly tried to stand up and look at the two at their new cell door, Great.. Just bloody great. he thought to himself and sighed in defeat, he couldn't quite get his mind around today, it'd been one cell to the next and inbetween both events, there was a large amount of hope for freedom. 'Any comments before I drag you off to your fates?' the argonian jeered.

"Yeah, Raves is a bloody idiot." he joked, giving the dunmer a light kick to his feet.

Raves jerked awake when something knocked him gently in the legs, sitting up and blurting, "I told you, I'll have your money at the end of the..." He trailed off as he registered his surroundings. In a flash, he took in the cramped quarters, the heavy metal doors, and the pair standing in the doorway with the demeanors of people very much in control of the situation.

Another cell, in another prison, and this one crowded as all get-out.

"Not again," the Dunmer groaned, and let himself fall back to the floor, covering his head with the rag he'd been given as a makeshift pillow.

To Larry, who was standing over him--and who probably had something to do with the dull new pain in his left foot, come to think of it--Raves said, "Wake me when this crazy Skooma dream is over, please. I'm officially sick of it."

"Don't leave the mudcrab down there!" Urdlin blurted out during his sleep. Qa'shirr sat up and rubbed his eye. He looked over and patted Lin on the back a few times, nudging him to wakefulness even as he continued to mutter, "Put it on the swing, it'll-....eh?" He rolled over onto his back, glancing about and blinking. Lin had missed Wud-Ne's question, but Qash pulled the both of them to their feet and replied, "You've made a pretty poor first impression. Try not to bore us further."

Wud-Ne looked at Qash as he replied rudly."You've made a pretty poor first impression. Try not to bore us further."

All Wud-Ne could do was shake is head in digust. "Ha. If I were you I would look to see who's in there and who's out here." Wud-Ne said with a laugh.

"Heh. I'm going to enjoy working with him and making him my little [censored]." Raksada replied with a smirk. "You're not one of us. You're just a couple of helpless sheep trapped in a pen." The Khajiit said smacking his lips. "And I like the taste of sheep."

Wud-Ne laughed at Raksada's comment. "Not yet my friend. Wait till they've been killed in the field, then you can eat them all you want." Wud-Ne continued to laugh.





Edit: OOC: Holy [censored] one more post and we're full.