Saul shocked, he looks at Rody, He looks at the Warden, he Looks at Jerome and says "This? THIS?!! is our Warden?" he says, he looks at the crowd as they fall silent, he looks around and looks at Jerome again.
He looks at the warden and all the stress, sweat, tension and excitement went away.

ICC: edited and made shorter, sorry guys

OOC: Dwemer(dwarves) are extinct in The Elder Scrolls games, most people apart from scholars don't even remember them, and when they were around, the Dwemer were taller or as tall as the dunmer. Sorry, lore buff nitpickingz

OOC: It has nothing to do with the fact drawves are extinct. Its just an exageration, just like if i said your so hairy your father must be a caveman. Cavemen aren't around no more but you can still use them to exaggerate. So easy a caveman could do it :thumbsup:. Also I am reffering to the actual term for dwarves, which they were mistankingly named so the term reamins as such.

Edit: also please stop posting empty OOC posts. Were starting to spam up the thread. If you've got a question just for me pm please.

OOC: True, but Dwemer really were as tall as any other person, they got their names as Dwarves from the giants who encountered them.

IC: "Look, Lin, he's shorter than you!" Qash muttered to his partner.

"Qash, did you touch the letter?" Urdlin whispered frantically.

"I did no such thing. It was crumpled up in your cell anyway." Qash shrugged. Lin's eyes grew wide. He would have to dispose of that letter when he got back to his cell. It was still lying out in the open. Hidden underneath his bed, sure, but not entirely well-hidden. Lin spat on his hands, trying to wash off the smell of the letter in case the dogs' noses were keen enough.

"That isn't going to work." Qa'shirr criticized him.

"What else am I supposed to do?" Lin was getting rather exasperated.

"Did you wipe your hands on your clothing?"

"No."

"Good. Then just do this." Qash put his hands in his pockets, "And try to stay behind me."

ooc- Dark Fox... I'm a bit confused. Do you want us to be pegged by the dog or not?

ic-

Raves was relieved at first, when Elusmyr indicated that he'd gotten a letter too. That relief changed swiftly to alarm as the Altmer began a rather theatrical tirade about how they were all going to die. Raves watched the Altmer bury his letter, then turned to the Imperial, who stuffed bits of paper in his mouth and then took off.

Raves glanced back at the stage, trying to find the dog in the crowd. His head was above most other peoples'--since he was standing on the bench--but he still couldn't see where the dog was.

"It won't matter if we hide the evidence," he said, partially to himself and partially to his Altmer companion. "They'll smell the ink on our fingers, and they'll pin us whether we have the hard copies or not. They won't need concrete proof to convict felons."

At that moment, he spotted the dog, making its way through the crowd. He hopped off the bench and, with an apologetic smile to the Altmer, ducked into the crowd. He ducked and wove, eliciting protests and shoves from all sides, but not caring. He found the dog in the mass, growling at some Redguard, and took up a position near where the dog had just been. As the dog moved on, Raves followed it carefully... trying not to call attention to himself, and keeping himself at a distance so the dog didn't catch his scent. With all the milling of the crowd, no one would notice one Dunmer kid moving around.

And if he kept himself where the dog had just recently been, there would be no reason for the dog to turn around and track him down.

When the guards were apparently satisfied that the search had been a success, Raves was left standing on the tips of his toes to see the stage properly. He was startled to see that the warden was small and... well... Bosmer. Not really the type Raves would have expected, but the Dunmer wasn't really the type to be struck dumb by surprise.

After a rather intimidating speech, the warden finished. "...And both of us know that after today, you're going to be spending the rest of eternity under 6 feet of anvil dirt."

And Raves couldn't help but blurt (perhaps a bit too loudly), "Over receiving a letter?"

Perhaps being struck dumb would have been preferable.

OOC: You can choose wheather you want to or not doesn't matter to me.

As Raves blurted out loudly into the crowd Jerome smiled. Although he didn't move an inch, he still stood calm and collected as he wrote his name down. And then a few moments after Saul came up with his clipboard Jerome had given him awhile back. Taking it he looked down at the list of names, it was certainly small, 5 or so but Jerome found it suitable. He then walked over to the warden and stopped him in the middle of his speech. As he stopped him he then handed him the clipboard and walked off stage. The warden then looked down and stared at the list, then smiled. He then turned to the crowd once more and spoke.

"My friends, today I reveal the faces of my enemies. Today I show who has compromised our prison." he then looked down at the list of names. "I'm about to show you and your black Inc. whose really in charge of this prison...... Now lets see hear." He then began to read off the first name.

"It looks like our first winner is........ Karstine Zeterra!" Everyone in the crowd then turned around to look at Karstine only to have there eyes focus back up on stage again.

"Next is our old sea dog...... Cyrus!." Cyrus stepped back into the shadows as his name was called. His heart started to pump fast and he asked himself, how'd this happen he never received a letter. But then it hit him and he felt down in his pocket. "Damn house cat." He cursed to the Khajiit quietly.

"Oh and next is our imperial Aaron Marcellus." Once again everyone had to turn and stare at the man whose name was called.

The warden then read the next name. "Oh and what you know two imperials in a row. We also have Larry joining us for executions." The warden then shot the next name out of his mouth. "Next we have an Altmer, lets hear it for Elusmyr."

The warden then looked at the next name on the list. "Oh and finally I'm not surprised that the last name on this list is a dumner. For typical dumner behavior lets hear it for Raves Arvel!" The warden then laughed as he read the last name on the list. "But we have one more ladies and gentlemen. A special man not on this list. He's the one that made this all possible come on everybody lets give a big clap to Dr.Hannibal Baal. Without the guard reading his letter we would've never found these people...."

Cyrus stepped back even farther. He knew he was dead now, but he also knew he couldn't give up right here. He had to find an exit somewhere... but as he turned around he ran into a wall of guards that were coming for him fast. "Hey guys.... um about the note, well its not mine. So if you could put down your big swords and..... oh forget this." Cyrus then began to run through the crowd with a battalion of guards chasing him.

"SIEZE HIM!!!", The warden yelled as Cyrus began to run. "SIEZE EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!!!" and then as the warden barked out his last order, a large battalion of guards appeared behind all of the people who's names had just been called. Now the guards were closing in fast, and with limited options what could they possibly do?

OOC: If your name was called you can do whatever you want to the guards. You can try to kill a couple or just run, also you can just choose to surrender to the guards. Maybe black inc. will save you before they ship you off. Also if you escape you'll probably have to hid for a couple posts so take that into consideration. And Darkom if your still in your cage im giving you permission to unlock your vest if you want. You can go ahead and say that your character had a key the entire time so that you can escape, i'm sure you can have some fun with killing the guards. And also if your name wasn't called you can join in in the mayhem if you want. Maybe help free some of your buddys.

The Battalion approached Elusmyr, and he flicked his knife out of his robe, hiding it in his hand. He lifted his hands up in compliance, still hiding the small knife in his palm. As the guard took out shackles, he spun around and stabbed the guard in his jugular, yanked it out, turned to the next guard, stabbed him in the eye before he could react. The other five guards drew their swords, and as one of them pulled it out of his sheath, Elusmyr threw the knife at him, it flew majesticly through the air, hitting the guard in the arm, which sent him to the ground, writhing in pain at his severed nerves.

Elusmyr turned around in time to catch a shield blow to his face, sending him sprawling to the ground. A guard grabbed him and raised his sword, but Elusmyr instinctively bit his hand with a sickening crunch, and he let go in time for Elusmyr to get back on his feet bringing the sword of the first guard with him. "Now" he said "A true test of your ski-"

Elusmyr turned and looked at the bolt in his ankle for a second. Then fell to the floor and gave in to the pain.

OCC: i fainted in my last post, im suprisded no one replied to that... anyways ill edit it later after im done this one.

ICC: After he heard the list, he looked around, prisoners either being killed or aprehended by the guards, the whole courtyard goes crazy, a guard bumps into Saul and knocks him off the stage. he falls to the ground and hits the dirt, he looks around and sees what appeared to be orc slave digging his pocket for the front gate key, he shouts "Skywater" and his Nord mercanary friend appears out of nowhere and impales the orc behind and lifting him up then dropping him, "Get up" his nord friend says.

Saul gets up and Obeys the Wardens order, he grabs his crossbow and starts loading bolts, he sees an imperial slave running towards them with an axe he got while he killed a guard, he shoots him in the chest with a bolt, he looks around and sees a prisoner climbing the ladder to the wall, he loads one up and shoots the prisoner in the back, he hears Jerome ordering Rody to take down any prinsoners, Saul looks around and sees a nord prisoner jumping off the wall and onto Jerome, Saul loads another one up and shoots the Nord prisoner in the stomach in mid-air before he made it to Jerome, he looks around and shoots another slave in the leg while running away.

They are running into the basemant cells!" he yells, "Skywater, Cold-Heart, Ice-Foot and Frost-Arm, follow me" he yells again, "lets make it to the underground exit before any slaves find it and hold it off'' he says again, he finds a trap door leading to the basemant as they get inside, they open it up and jump down...

When Elusmyr came too, a riot was raging around him. Guards fighting prisoners, prisoners dashing everywhere. At first, he was surprised that he woke up, he had thought he was dead. Looking around, he noticed his assailants were either dead or in a brutal maul with the prisoners. Elusmyr moved his leg, it hadn't hit anything vital, but the sudden shock of pain was unbearable and he fell back onto the ground. He sighed, and tried again. Crawling past the corpses with his leg limp, dragging along behind him. It would probably get better even without healing, but not for a long time. The first thing he did after moving out of the thick of the melee was to rip the bolt out of his leg. The pain shocked his entire body, and again, he collapsed into the mud. A few minutes later, he seized the energy to attempt to stand, but his legs buckled and he fell. Not for a while, he thought.

He crawled back to a guard's corpse, and pulled a knife out of the man belt. The prisoners seemed to be overpowering the guards, but it was still dangerous. He crawled back to the tree nearby, hid behind, and let out a groan he had been holding in. He was quite lucky to be alive.

OOC: Lol i didn't think things would get that messy. but i guess ill join in the fun.

Prisoners and guards were killing each other in a savage brawl. Jerome knew he had to fall back to his plan B and time was getting pretty short. He then looked to the sky and saw that some of the guards were already on top of the walls, but for some reason weren't doing anything.

"Fire the ballista's" He yelled. The guards then turned around and saw that Jerome was in quite the trouble. They then mounted onto the giant ballista's and began to load up giant arrows into the machine. Sadly it was to late for Jerome, because just as he yelled to the guards above the walls of Alkatroz. A large group of prisoners who had stole weapons from dead guards came up and simultaneously stabbed Jerome in the chest all at once. And while he was laying on the ground bleeding to death, a prisoner then grabbed another sword and sliced his head off, killing him instantly.

Meanwhile the warden who was still on stage stood absolutely oblivious to fact that a prison riot was taking place. He was still standing on stage barking orders to his guards, and his guards seemed to be having enough trouble on their hands already. The warden then looked up and saw that a group of guards were already loading up the ballista's.

"Set them on fire you dumbasses. Lets give these prisoner scum something really to worry about." the guards obeying their warden then lit each one of the ballista's on fire and began to fire it down upon prisoners. There it ripped through angry prisoners like butter now giving the Alkatroz guard the upper hand.

The burning arrows came like a rain of fire. Burning bright and orange, as it lit up the smokey sky. Striking fear in the hearts of the prisoners as it burned to the ground. Only to be put out by the rain that all of a suddenly started to fall from the sky.

Saul and his Nordic men ranning through the corridors down and down stairs, killing prisoners and guards gone insane from the riot, passing through cells and cells of prisoners still in locked cells, as they go into the mines underneath the prison black they go down into the entrance of the Exit.

"Ugh... it smells like death in here, look all around, dead prinsoners died from exhuastion of peing punished down here... suprised no one found this exit!" said one nord,
"Guys, shut up and gaurd this spot, make sure nobody gets through! im gonna go back and rally some mercs and guards who are willing to follow us..." Saul yells.

He runs through the shaft and up the ladder, he pulls a dagger out from his boot and stabs a giant orc prisoner in the skull, he pulls out his knife and runs up a flight of stairs and breaks down a door into the courtyard, it was raining, smoke from fires, he runs over to the front gate, the supports around the door were collapsed in around the gate, so no one could escape through the front, he runs over to the stage and sees the warden, a reguard sneaking up behind him, Saul jumps on the stage a kills him and saves the Warden.

"Sir you should come with me at once" he yelled and grabbed his arm.
"GET AWAY from me you bastard!" he yells back and throws him off stage and onto a body.

There he landed on Jeromes headleas corpse, he looks and sees his head severed from the body.

"No... No... Jerome!!!!" he yells as he pulls Jeromes steel longsword out from his sheathe, he sees imperial prisoners running towards him with short swords and an axe, he blocks one attack, another imperial attacks Saul, he pulls out his iron shortsword and throws it at the imperial, he then looks at the other one who striked at him, steps on his toes and beheads him, a rather large imperial prisoner charges Saul and picks him up while choking, Saul reaches for his dagger and shoves it right in the prisoners bald head.

He gets up, picks up Jeromes sword and points it at the Warden. "Im out of here you physcotic midget..." he yells at him and runs away, he runs to prison cells to back to where his men were, he saves a few guards and mercanaries along the way, an Orc merc being pilled on by breton and kills each one of them, a Wood elf guard woman being picked on by imperials, Saul helps kill them, another mercanary imperial almost getting stabbed by khajiit.

As he makes his way down the exit, running through burning cells, and bodies, he makes it.

"Is the front door clear for open?" one of his buddies ask.
"No, a ballista miss fires and knocks the supports down blocking the way we came in from the start of this damn prison, we have to go out this way" Saul says.
"Lets wait here then, if there any guards and they are trying to escape before getting killed we should wait!" the bosmer woman said
"Good idea, and as of this moment, we are no longer in service to the warden, hes gone insane and has driven this place to the ground. maybe some prisoners who dont belong or have had a change of heart during the riot can escape with us... set up a perimetre, Skywater and Cold-shield, use those crates and set them up as cover. you bosmer, imperial, guard the exit and ill stay up here with my men..." he orders and pulls out his crossbow
"Remember, if any guards come by were "still" working for them, if they ask us what were doing, we aint escaping, were gaurding the exit! everyone got that?" he said
they all nod their heads in agreement.

ooc: Just a thought - I would've figured swords cutting into prisoners would've been a big deterrant against other prisoners attacking the guards. =/

ic: Larry was surprised at the reaction from the crowd, obviously everyone was much more desperate than he thought as swords clashed against bone, trained soldier clashed against starved prisoner. It was going to be a massacre Larry didn't want to take part in. Instead he hurried towards the cell block, ducking and diving between man and occasionally woman to get to the door. His heart raced as blood splattered against his clothes but eventually he managed to push his way into the door.

The cell block was empty save for the occasional confused prisoner, just as he was about to enter his cellblock he began to hear the shouts of more imperial troops, probably to reinforce the currently fighting troops. He took a big gulp and wandered what was happening to everyone, whether or not that dunmer fellow was alive.

I should've found him. he thought to himself, his frustration evident in the way he paced his cell, He's a stranger! Why the hell would I risk my life for someone I don't even know? Hell, if he's anything like me, he'll be fine. he added, knowing the man would probably be more intelligent than to start attacking armed guards.

"SIEZE HIM!!! SIEZE EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM!!!"

And that was his cue to run.

Raves took off into the crowd, ducking and dodging his way around larger and meaner inmates. Everyone he shoved protested or dispensed various threats, but hey, the warden hadn't read their names, so they could just live with a little jostling.

The five guards chasing him kept pace with some difficulty, as they were bigger and there were more of them... (see the above ducking and weaving through the crowd). Nonetheless, the Dunmer couldn't seem to shake them.

He had one trick up his sleeve... one single loophole in the magical bracers. But it could only effect one guard at a time; he couldn't waste it here.

Everything was quickly devolving into a riot, but the Dunmer's pursuers didn't seem to care. One got pounced on by a fiesty Khajiit and had to turn away, but one less of "way too many" was still "too many."

But when a burning arrow ripped through the crowd mere feet from him, Raves stopped in his tracks. In a split second, he looked around and guessed at his odds. Corpses of both inmates and guards littered the ground... the guards with some rather nasty weapons, except for those the prisoners could sieze. It was starting to rain, so the ground would be a slippery mud pit in about ten seconds, making it even more difficult to flee. Raves had never been very good at escape anyway... not without his magic. Without his magic, he was about as effective as a copper-piece pickpocket; even if he escaped now, he'd probably be caught again in an hour or so.

And, on the other side of the wager, he still had that one thing that he could do. It wouldn't do any good out here, not if he still needed the energy to run away afterward.

He calculated his odds in that quick flash of insight, then spun around and threw up his hands in surrender. The four guards chasing him skidded to a stop around him, all looking startled by his swift change in demeanor. The suprise only lasted an instant; in the next, two of them had grabbed him and were tying his arms behind his back with a thick length of rope. Roughly, they escorted him out of the chaos of the courtyard.

Well, he'd put all his coins in... now, he couldn't only hope the ace up his sleeve would be what he needed to win the pot.

"Xhuth!" Urdlin swore in unison with Qa'shirr. He continued, "Was everyone a part of this?! What is happening?"

"Lin." Qash's attention was fixed on the walls.

Urdlin didn't listen, "Where did they get all those weapons? If I had known they were all so well-prepared to break out...."

"Lin."

"Relax, Qash, they didn't call our names. We'll be fine."

"LIN!" Qash grabbed him by the collar and pointed up to the walls where a mounted ballista was being set aflame.

Lin couldn't think of anything to say for a moment. "Oh, they have a siege weapon." Then they ran. The giant spear rammed into the muddy dirt behind them as the rain began picking up.

"Why do they have that?!" Lin broke into a frightful rant, "Siege weapons are for sieges! You use that to destroy a castle. Are they trying to destroy the castle?? We haven't done anything - inside the prison, at least!"

Qash glanced upward, "Shooting stars?" Lin slowed his running and looked up with him, "No, Qash. Those are flaming arrows."

"Oh."

"They really are trying to destroy the castle."

Something allowed them to evade the volley. Perhaps it was because they had already started sprinting, or because they had noticed the arrows. Or maybe it was something in the stars - the real ones - that had granted them favor. Whatever it was, they were still bolting to the other side of the courtyard and stopped to catch their breath behind a short stone fence before they realized the arrows had stopped.

OOC: I've never been the shot in the leg before, so I'm not sure. Is it possible for someone to be able to walk again this faster after being hit even if it was below the the ankle and hit nothing important? For the sake of my RPing enjoyment, I'm going to assume it's possible

Also, Uglius, I imagine the guards weren't expecting the riot, so they were taken completely be surprise, also, a lot of the prisoners probably had shanks, knifes or makeshift weapons. And after a few guards were down, swords, crossbows and other weapons obviously could be picked up. Even though it's unlikely, s prison riot like this is fun, so I'm not complaining. P.S sorry for long OOC part of my post.

IC: Elusmyr managed to pull himself up, and walk a few steps, his leg groaning in protest. The battle was still raging, but new guards were pouring into the courtyard. It wouldn't be long before they retook control. He had to escape now. Then an idea popped into his head. He half-stumbled/half-ran into the main building, which had been left unsecured. He dragged a guard's body into an empty room, and changed into the uniform. He tore off strips of the guards clothes and covered his bracers. Thankfully, no one saw him.

He opened the door and slithered out, trying to move quietly as he could in his unwieldy iron/leather armour.

Eventually, he came up to a door into the processing end of the prison. The guards and quite a few bodies lay around the area. Elusmyr approached the guards, and speaking in a gruff voice, greeted the guards.

"What's going on out there?" one of them said, failing at hiding his fear. "We heard there was a riot, a few prisoners made a dash in here a while ago, probably to get their old belongings back, but we showed them, eh, Vinius?"

"Sure did, it's a blessing in a way, we haven't seen action for a long time. Hope some more come by." Said Vinius.

Elusmyr retorted "The guards are turning back the prisoners, but there are still some left. I'll take guard of this door for you, you can go out and help."

The first guard looked at Vinius, who nodded.

"Alright, thanks, mate. I haven't seen you on the guard before, you new in today?" accepted the guard.

"Nah, been here for a week now. We must have been in different parts of the prison." Elusmyr continued.

The guard nodded, and he and Vinius moved out.

Elusmyr slipped open the door and entered, he moved through the corridors until he came to the Processing overseers office. It was locked shut.

"Who is it!?!?!" came the voice of a Breton "If your a prisoner, stay away, I have weapons in here."

"I'm a guard, how do you think I got in here?"

"I don't know, you could have overpowered the others."

"I doubt it, this place is heavily guarded. Anyway, the riot had been put down. It's safe now. The warden wants to see you. Said something about an opportunity."

The door unlocked, and a short Breton strolled out, "An opp- YOU'RE NOT A GUARD, HE-"
The tip of Elusmyr's sword lay on the breton's neck.

"The bracers come off, or your head goes off" Elusmyr said with a smirk.

"O... ooo... ooooo.. ooook" he whimpered. "Just don't kill me, I have a wife, and 8 children... They won't make end's m-"

"A likely story, take them off."

The Breton quickly disenchanted the bracers. Elusmyr felt a surge of energy and joy as the essence of Magicka flew through his body once more. It was like pouring light filling a dark room.

Elusmyr smiled, jubilated. "Thank you friend."

Elusmyr flicked his sword and the Breton fell to his knees, blood spurting out of his half-severed neck. Elusmyr opened the palm of his hand. And lit a flame. A smile broke out across a face. And he laughed. He laughed like he had never laughed before.

OOC: Wow, this is getting crazy. I advise someone from the Black company waiting outside, and when people escape they gather them together, so we can all find each other once we're out without too much difficulty. Also, ellipses lose their power when you use them all the time. Periods would suffice



Can do I have a bit of a plan with Aulakauss at the moment, but I will certainly have a lot of fun. Thanks.

IC: Before the Breton could give a reply, Baal heard his name from the warden's platform. This was not the first time he had seen the warden, though the elf's stature still brought a smile to his face. He was obviously compensating with this cruelty, abusing his power because of some inferiority complex.

"Oh my dear prisoners. Today things have changed around here, after today you will know that in this prison no man escapes my iron hammer of justice." The wood elf looked over to Baal's corner of the yard, smiling maliciously, "And for some of you here, you're now regretting that you know clearly what I'm talking about. And both of us know that after today, you're going to be spending the rest of eternity under 6 feet of anvil dirt."

Baal returned the smile, his eyes shining at the Bosmer, though his teeth were still hidden by the mask. The crowd went into a general uproar as a dog began sniffing around the prison yard, the beast's handler writing down names as he went. One Dunmer in the audience spoke up, as if his words would change the warden's mind, "Over recieving a letter?"

The dog handler gave his list to the warden; the elf's smile grew even wider as he scanned the parchment.

"My friends, today I reveal the faces of my enemies. Today I show who has compromised our prison. I'm about to show you and your Black Inc. whose really in charge of this prison. Now let's see here." He looked down at his list once more.

"It looks like our first winner is Karstine Zeterra!" Much of the mob assembled before the platform turned to look towards Baal. Or more specifically, the Khajiit woman next to him. 'So Karstine is her name. And she too recieved a letter, most curious.'

The showy warden continued reading off names, several prisoners Baal had never seen nor heard of. One by one the named individuals were put on the spotlight, their fellow prisoners regarding them with a mixture of fear and anger.

"But we have one more, ladies and gentlemen. A special man not on this list. He's the one that made this all possible, come on everybody let's give a big hand to Dr. Hanniel Baal. Without the guard reading his letter we would've never found these people."

Baal chuckled softly, 'So that's that. Makes sense I suppose, I knew that letter was authentic, but I never would have guessed he would take it this seriously. Oh Trenus, how predictable of you.' The Dunmer gave a large nod, showing everyone in the yard that he knew perfectly well what the elf was talking about. He gave a slight bow from his seat, his hands cuffed behind him, his small face hidden behind the mask.

One of the men the warden called out, a Redguard, bolted through the crowd, trying to escape from the yard brimming with guards. 'Fool.'

"Sieze him!" The warden called out, his small Bosmer face growing red with fury, "Sieze every last one of them!" The warden's guards began marching down the stage, weapons drawn, approaching the prisoners menacingly. Most of the inmates seemed to surrender, putting their hands up and being escorted off the grounds without much fight, but many of the others fought back. Most of the prisoners died to the guards' swords, but some kept fighting, using the legionnaires' own weapons against them.

Baal smiled at the riot that began to break out, the madness that ensued. The bright smell of blood was thick in the air, and he took it all in with a deep breath, followed by a satisfied sigh. His eyes began shining madly, the two guards standing behind him drawing their weapons, growing nervous at the three prisoners before them, two of whom were certified killers.

The Dunmer turned to face them slowly, his eyes seething bloodlust, his smile bright and flashing between the mask's slits. One of them, the outer door man, broke and ran, into the mass of prisoners, joining his fellow guards, but the other, Trenus, drew his sword, steel showing on his stern face.

"Don't even think about it, Hanniel. I'll cut you down before you can flinch." His eyes seemed steady, but his voice betrayed an inner doubt. He knew better than anyone how dangerous Baal could be, and he had spent the last two years of his life thinking about it every day.

"Trenus, silly Trenus, don't you know all this is your fault? If you had disposed of that letter properly none of this would have happened. You would still be going home to your family tonight, safe and sound, with me locked up in my cell. But now, now you have gone too far. I have been patient with you, Trenus Inian, but now, now you have slipped up. You guarded me day in and day out, but now there is no door between us, no metal slot to speak through. It's just you and me, and something tells me that you can't do it, you can't kill me." Baal smiled all the while, his suave voice laced with subtle threats, playing on the man's every fear, every pride.

The Imperial stood for a moment, his eyes wavering, the steel gone. His sword shook in his hand, his legs trembling; the fear had set in, there was no hope for him now.

"You have the key to these shackles, no? Well, why don't you be a good little boy and give it to me, so you can go back to Selena tonight. Come now, Trenus, I promise no harm will come to you." And Baal meant what he said, he had no intention of killing the man, so long as he did what Baal told him.

"N-no. I won't do it Baal, I won't let you go."

"Playing the hero, Trenus? How naive. Well, I suppose it can't be helped then. I'll drop by your house later and break the news to Selena." Baal licked his lips menacingly, a soft laugh escaping through his mask, "You know, I'm giving serious thought... to eating your wife."

Trenus' face turned from fear to rage, his sword raising up behind his head, ready to strike the psychotic Dunmer down, "You bastard!"

Baal jumped up from the seat suddenly, a flash through the air, the Imperial's sword striking the bench, digging deep into the wood. The Imperial tried to pull it out, but it was stuck fast. He looked up at Baal once more, the fear back in his eyes, as the Dunmer smiled down at him.

He turned to the Khajiit beside him, Karst, and caught her eyes calmly, "Karstine, my dear, would you mind unstrapping this mask while Trenus rethinks his decision?"



OOC: Sorry about the long post, this guy is just too much fun

Aria was shocked to see the yard descend into chaos, but she realised that this was her chance to escape. Looking on the floor for a minute she spotted a longsword. She hadn't had much experience with blades, but her plan was the best chance she had of getting out. The dark elf ran toward a female guard, yelling. Just as the guard-a Breton-turned around Aria swung the sword as hard as she could. The women fell, knocked out. The Dummer started pulling off armour and strapping it on to herself. It wasn't a perfect fit, but that was life. Once she had got it all on, she started sprinting towards the exit as quickly as she could in the heavy armour.

Karst blinked, dumbfounded, when her name was called. And here she had thought she'd be getting to leave in two years. The cat swallowed hard, fear gnawing at her gut; she was unarmed, the weapons that the guards used were all but useless to her, and her magicka pool was so laughably small that she'd maybe get three kills at best before it depleted entirely, leaving her fatigued and helpless. Karst wanted to cry. She was only twenty-five and half elven. She had decades upon decades before her to be lived. Her body started to quiver as she thought of how much she didn't want to die, not now, not like this.

No. They're going to hang me like a piece of meat at a butcher's shop I don't fight back. I can cry then. I have to at least try while I have the chance..

As she slipped back into the present a mere few seconds later, Karstine overheard the conversation taking place between the guard who had laughed at her request to speak with Baal, and Baal himself. She couldn't help but think that the threat of eating the guard's wife was more literal than sixual. The knot in her gut tightened as she recalled rumors of a cannibalistic murderer terrorizing Cyrodiil, and realized that he fit the description. She knew the name had sounded familiar. The knot became nausea and she grabbed her stomach in one hand, the wall in the other, and willed herself not to go into a vomiting fit. By some miracle of the Gods, she succeeded, for the time being, and the imminent tide of bile subsided. Shortly after her battle with her digestive organs was won, the smooth voice of Hanniel filled her ears.

"Karstine, my dear, would you mind unstrapping this mask while Trenus rethinks his decision?" he asked, as seemed to be his way, in a manner far more pleasant than the situation warranted. Shakily, Karst nodded. This psycho was her best bet to get the hell out of here on her own two feet instead of in a pine box. Reaching up, she pulled apart the buckles on the back of his head and pulled the thing from his face.

"If.. if I help you.. you'll help me, right? You won't.. y'know.. kill me when you get hungry?" Karst realized after it was said how terribly offensive her question may have been, but she was too scared to think of a better wording.

Elusmyr looked at his gleaming steel sword. Drops of red blood were dripping off it into the pool on the floor. A Bosmer lay in the pool, his expression one of half-began suprise.

Elusmyr thought "Freedom". And started laughing again. Triumphantly laughing. Then he stopped. "Not free yet". The only way out of there was to head back to the courtyard. Levitating out would result in him becoming a pin cushion. But then again, maybe if he could put cast a shield...

Of course. He would head through the cells. With his mighty magical abilities reinstated, no simple guard could stop him. He hoped some would try. He was rusty. During the rush of getting in here, he had forgotten about his leg, and once more, the pain ached. He lay his hands on the wound, and healed it carefully. He wouldn't be sloppy with his own wounds, even if healing was his weak point.

Turning, he tested his leg, and hurried through the dark corridors, he emerged from the complex to find the fight still raging. The guards and prisoners seemed to be even again, but darkness was starting to fall. Elusmyr looked to his right, and saw a Khajit female pulling a mask off a strange mers face.

Elusmyr hurried to the cells, and at the doorway, he turned and let off a fireball at the warden. But due to the distance and his lack of practice, it hit the stone wall behind him, sending a few bricks flying. Elusmyr cursed his rash, rage driven actions. He had probably brought the attention of everyone in the courtyard down on him. Turned he hurried out of site, rushing through the cells now empty apart from corpses and the occasional frantic prisoner. Halfway to the gate, two guards caught up with him.

He was in a narrow corridor, with cells on both sides. The guards drew their swords, and charged him. Lifting his arm, he pointed at them, and a fireball erupted from his finger and hit the ground under them, creating an explosion of bricks and other debris. When the dust cleared, both guards were dead. Elusmyr smiled. He had used up quite a bit of his magicka with that showy display, but he needed to be reassured of his power.

Moving on, running, he burst through a door to find the door out occupied by guards. "Well [censored]" he exclaimed. "I went through all those hoops and now I'm caught, oh well, I'm a simple, weak powerless mage, and I surrender. Just bring the shackles and I'll give in."

OOC: I promise, I'll stop using quotes from the book soon. I just couldn't pass up the oppurtunity This is great fun indeed

EDIT: Okay, I couldn't help myself, I had to bite somebody while my hands were still locked up. By the way, Jonas, my mask was already off

IC: Baal stared at Karst, smiling, as the Khajiit slowly removed his mask. She seemed scared to death, and why shouldn't she be? The warden had just told her she was going to die, and immediately afterwards the whole place had boiled over, death and violence thick in the air. Baal saw the fear in her almond eyes, the green standing out against the white fur and crimson hair, and he smiled.

'This one, this one looks interesting. I don't think I'll kill her afterall.'

"If- if I help you... you'll help me, right?" The poor half elf seemed close to crying, "You won't, y'know, kill me when you get hungry?" Baal smiled at her, taking a deep breath of fresh air, glad to have the itchy leather off his face once and for all. She had done as he asked, there wasn't any reason to kill her. Besides, if he did end up getting out, he might as well have a companion.

"I've no plans to call on you, my dear Karstine. The world is far more interesting with you in it." Baal's smile came in full force now, his small, pointed teeth flashing. Suddenly, Baal seemed to disappear, followed by the flash of Trenus' blade as it slashed over the Dunmer's head, Baal balancing on his toes, ducking under the swipe with inches to spare.

The Imperial gave a roar as he leaped over the bench, bringing his sword around for a second blow. Baal regarded him cooly, returning to a stand slowly, methodically, his face perfectly calm, his eyes shining madly.

"I do admire your courage, Trenus. I think I'll eat your heart." Baal, his hads still firmly locked behind his back, exploded forwards, dashing past the legionnaire's sword as if the metal weren't there, stopping just inches from the man's face, the swing missing Baal by a mile. He rammed his thin shoulder into Trenus' left bicep, keeping the arm from swinging back around as the Dunmer stared into his fear-wide eyes, Trenus' short black hair growing slick with cold sweat.

"Ta ta," he whispered, bringing his right leg around in a vicious kick to the back of the guard's knee, bringing the poor man to the ground. Trenus dropped the sword, tears escaping his eyes as he soiled his own armor. Every nightmare he'd had in the past two years had been realized. He was going to die, and there was nothing he could do about it.

Baal calmly walked behind the man, coming to a crouch, his lips nearly touching the Imperial's ear. "Trenus, dear Trenus. You had been so careful, but now it is all worthless. You made the wrong choice, my friend, and I cannot let such insult go unpunished. You understand."

"Please, please," Trenus' voice was weeping, pleading, "I'll give you anything, just don't kill me. Here's the key, take my sword if you want, just please, don't kill me..." His voice descended into unintelligable sobbing, one hand holding up the key to Baal's shackles. The Dunmer raised one thin, dark eyebrow, as if surprised by the man's pleas.

"Trenus, please don't make me repeat myself," Baal whispered sinisterly. The Imperial gave a pained groan, tears still dripping from his rugged face. Baal bent his head forward, as if in prayer, pressing up against Trenus' face, like a man consoling a loved one. His dancing eyes closed, dark lips turned upwards in a psychotic smile. The small white teeth flashed, until Baal's thin head suddenly shot foreward, striking like lightning towards Trenus' throat. The smile bit down on the doomed Imperial's neck, blood spraying as the carotid broke. The thick crimson liquid stained Baal's face, dripping down his neck onto his shirt, the familiar feeling warm on his chest, in his mouth. As the soldier fell forward Baal tilted his head back, laughing madly, his bloodstained teeth gnashing.

He turned his jovial red eyes to Karst, addressing her as if he were commenting on the weather, "Karstine, would you mind unlocking these for me? I would do it myself, but for obvious reasons I cannot." He finished with another psychotic laugh, relishing in the freedom that was so close; his days underground in the dark were gone forever. He would certainly never allow himself to be captured again, that was for certain; no one would ever put him in chains again.

Meer's jaw dropped as the warden revealed himself. "The wardens a midget!" he blurted out "how in oblivion do people take him seriously when he's so small?" The bosmer ignored all the whispers spreading through the crowd and began speaking "Oh my dear prisoners. Today things have changed around here, after today you will know that in this prison.... no man escapes my iron hammer of justice. And for some of you here..... you're now regretting that you know clearly what I'm talking about. And both of us know that after today, you're going to be spending the rest of eternity under 6 feet of anvil dirt."
So he plans on executing those with letters does he? Meer thought Well if I'm going down I'm taking him with me. He began slipping through the crowd towards the stage, chances are he wouldn't get close but there was no way he was going to be hung.
"But we have one more ladies and gentlemen. A special man not on this list. He's the one that made this all possible come on everybody lets give a big clap to Dr.Hannibal Baal. Without the guard reading his letter we would've never found these people...." the warden finished. Meer stopped giving a little chuckle, the stupid dog had missed him.

It was then that all chaos broke loose, in a matter of moments the biggest brawl he had ever seen was raging around him. The prisoners had begun a revolt and had seized some weapons. Somehow Meer managed to fight his way through to the door he had been thrown through and had even acquired a couple of knives on the way that were now partially concealed up his sleaves. Now all he had to do now was find a way out.

OCC: no one ever repost or replies to my posts... ahh...

ICC: Saul looking around, aiming his crossbow seemingly to the fact he killed mercs and guards that came through, he looked around and fell to has but as a bang disoriented the groupd of guards and mercanaries.
"The shaft connecting to the exit is collapsing!" the bosmer woman said. the Nords try and balance the support of as Saul and the group runs, as it starts caving in the nords are being crushed by rock and stone, the last mercs and guards running out of the mine shaft are being put down one by one by falling rocks and support beams, Saul makes a jump through the door leading into the jail block, just him as he makes it.
"The only exit is gone to hell!" he yells.

he walks around with his crossbow hanging over his shoulder and draws his sword, along with a torch in the dark cell block, as he relights the torches all around he drops his and tries to look for prisoners that can help him, he takes a ladder up to the roof of a wacthtower, he draws his crossbow and finds more bolts, he aims at guards and starts unloading bolts. he sees prisoners going into to were they take all of their belongings, he climbs down the ladder and sneaks around the wall to the building, he opens the door and "theres nobody inside... or is there" he thinks to himself?

OOC: Damn Darkom, that was sick AND awesome.

IC:

Francis was in the process of answering the Dunmer, his words laced with death and the red of his eyes mirroring his hidden and twisted thoughts. The monster of Weye was truly a sinister man, and quite intriguing to Francis. While Francis was a very experienced killer and surely knew how to handle himself, this man, this... demon-like being was a serial killer. A murderer who had no prejudice to his victims, and he also apparently had quite the... taste , for them. Oh I could get used to this one, I wonder of his thoughts on my dark lord. Truly he would have use for this man and his talents. Francis said in his mind, partly to himself and partly to to his master, Boethiah.

Suddenly, the tiniest Bosmer walked out onto the platform in the courtyard, rows of heavily-armored guards surrounding the tiny man, "Oh, this is priceless. They DO have a sense of humor!" Said the Breton, chuckling uncontrollably while the little man gave a speech about the prisoners, and gave special reference to Dr. Baal, without saying his exact name. He read names off a list, the very people who received letters from the conspicuous, or rather inconspicuous Black Inc.


As soon as the little mer had stopped speaking, a huge commotion broke out, the riot had finally begun. Francis stood up from the stool he had been sitting on, he observed the glorious chaos. Although his original plan had been all but obliterated, an throng of opportunities arose from the current situation. Francis decided he would lay back for the moment, savor the death and undoing of Alcatroz, and wait for his opportune moment.

As he waited, he didn't even notice what was going on behind him, and Baal's horrifying threats to the guard Trenus. When Francis turned his head, he noticed that Hanniel was now standing.

"Karstine, would you mind unlocking these for me? I would do it myself, but for obvious reasons I cannot. Also, what do you think of our friend here? Yay or nay?" He thought nothing more of it as the cat did so. Francis watched as the Dunmer's true colors showed, he toyed with the guard, Trenus, and then ripped out his throat with his teeth. Cannibal indeed.

A guard was standing ready 30 ft to his left, Francis thought that he should test his skills, skills which he had not tested in many years. He turned and faced him, the guard noticed Francis, who pulled out his letter from Black Inc. and waved it tauntingly at the guard. The cocky Imperial chuckled and pointed his spear at Francis.

"Well? What are you waiting for?" Francis taunted, it wasn't much, he could've said much worse, but it was enough to get the jack ass to charge him. Francis swiftly drew his the shiv from his belt, holding it outstretched at his side. As soon as the guard got within striking distance, Francis batted the spear away with his left hand, stepped forward and drove his dagger into the guards' stomach. The shiv pierced the thin layer of chainmail and padding, and the guards' own momentum did the rest. The dagger proceeded to rip his stomach open, the guard dropped his spear and clutched his gaping belly. Then fell over with a gurgle.

It wasn't the best, but it told Francis all he needed to know, his reflex's were still in perfect condition along with his prized knife. Francis sheathed his knife, and began to plan on what to do next.

OOC: Meh, I got REALLY lazy with this post. Fox, can you PLEASE give us some kind of direction, cause this is just a big free-for-all at the moment. Also, we have no layout of the prison, how the hell do we know where the gate is. And even if we did know, we'd run into a [censored]e-load of guards, and even for guys like Francis and Hanniel, we'd be overpowered in seconds. Or I may just end up following someone else, but something needs to be done to leas us out.

OCC if you all read my posts the front gate collasped with mus-fire of baslistas, and the exit the prisoners made caved in... someone make a post where they find a secret exit! id i do it everyones just gonna ignore it