OOC: Hate to ooc. Actually I wouldn't, and I'm sure many people would take advantage of it, that way they don't have to write a whole damn escape scene.

Larry began to bite his fingers, he had his chance now to escape, to become free. He sighed and rattled his fingers against the iron bars of his cell. I can do it. he thought to himself, I can escape. he added with a series of swift nods just so he was sure.

With that he took off at a half run, he knew that there was a sewer exit towards the bottom of the prison and that would be their easiest escape point. He entered a long corridor with windows overlooking the courtyard, he decided to sneak a quick glance and searched for the dunmer. He swore loudly when he saw the man being carried away by four guards. He swore loudly and began to think about what he could do to save him. I need to find a key. he thought and began to run towards the captain of the guards office. It didn't take long for him to find it, the secretary at the desk screamed a little when she saw him sprint past the door.

"Open it!" He called out, grasping a small iron pole, the woman stumbled to her feet and began to unlock the door, her body was shaking in fear and Larry almost felt bad for the lady. When she had finally unlocked the door, Larry walked swiftly in and headed straight for the key cabinet.

The key cabinet itself was just a wooden cabinet with a glass window so you could see the keys, without thinking, larry brought the pole hard against the glass, shattering it and triggering the magical trap that was put upon it. Larry whirmed and writhed across the floor in pain as he was electricuted. He struggled to stay conscious and when the trap had ended the only lasting effect was an aching all over his body.

He looked into the cabinet and picked up a key which was labelled, "Silenced Shackle Key". Larry figured it was a good bet this was the key he was after. Now all he had to do was get to the Dunmer. He grasped the key firmly in his palm and ran out of the door, towards the part of the prison he had seen the imperials drag him off.

ooc- Adam, try not to be too discouraged... just because no one is replying to you specifically doesn't mean we're ignoring you. Generally, in RPs, you need to put yourself out there and give us something that our characters would actually react to. Approaching other characters directly is usually the way of doing that, and you want to be very specific and clear as to what's happening in your posts, so there is no mistake about what's going on.

Also everyone, keep in mind that we don't want to completely escape prison just yet. Not before Black Inc makes contact, since they seem to be what's driving the rest of the story. Dark Fox, we may need some Word of God here to get everything back under control.

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Four guards marched Raves through an unfamiliar area of the prison. Four. Even the Dunmer thought it was overkill.

And over what? The apparently capital crime of receiving a letter.

"Here we are." His guards stopped at a tiny, dark cell. "This is your holding cell. I hope you like it; it's the last place you're ever going to sleep."

The yound Dunmer was shoved roughly through the solid iron door (damn, there were no bars! That would throw a wrench in things!)

As it seemed they were about to slam the door shut, Raves cried, "Wait! Shouldn't you search me, just to make sure I have the letter?"

The guard in front--a hefty Imperial with a longsword--gave him a perplexed look, but nonetheless opened the door again to regard him. "Why would we do that?"

"For proper processing," Raves said, expanding on his theme. His hands and face flew into a flurry of calculated expressions, his years as a street con artist kicking in. "Think about it: either now or later you're going to have to convict me of this most heinous crime of receiving a letter, and now, while the evidence is fresh, is the best time to conduct a search, as I haven't been given a chance alone to dispose of the evidence. Otherwise, you'll have a doozy of a time explaining my in-jail execution to the Elder Council."

The guards exchanged looks that were varied forms of 'okay, whatever,' then the Imperial stepped inside the cell. "Very well. You want to be strip searched so badly, I suppose I can oblige." The lead guard tossed a glance at the other ones. "You three can probably wait outside."

The other three nodded and closed the door with a clang, leaving the Imperial and the Dunmer alone in the room.

"Alright, ash-for-brains, you know the drill. Up against the wall with your palms against the wall."

Raves obliged, his heart racing. It was now or never... he probably wouldn't get a chance to come within touching distance of a guard until they dragged him out to the gallows. And so, as he felt a pair of calloused hands begin patting him down, Raves did the one thing that the bracers allowed him to do: the single loophole...

He activated his birthsign.

The power of the Lover coursed through him and out into the guard through their skin-to-skin contact. Immediately, the guard's hands froze, and Raves craned his neck around to see the rest of the man was paralyzed as well. The Dunmer smirked, fought off a wave of dizzyness (right, that was why he never used that thing), and started rifling through the guard's things.

Keys. The sword. ...a lock of hair? The guard's eyes watched him go about the task of strip searching him. Raves couldn't help but grin at the way the tide had turned. After liberating the man's keys, sword, and coin pouch, he gave the paralyzed guard a little wave and headed to the door.

Stepping behind it so he would be hidden, he opened the door. His heart was beating erratically, and his head swirled with unnatural exhaustion, but he'd thrown his hand in now. He could only play it out.

"Hey, Arrius? What are... where'd that little ash-face go?!"

Two of the guards came running in to help their paralyzed peer. They turned and noticed Raves just as he was slipping out the door. The Dunmer locked it for good measure.

Bam.

The last of the four guards was a Redguard with a mace, and he had been waiting just outside the holding cell. The guard scowled and raised his mace again.

Raves skittered away, rubbing the shoulder that the Redguard had just afforded a glancing blow to. His only weapon was a sword that he had no idea how to use. So, he did the only thing he could think of: he turned and ran.

Raves knew he wouldn't last long... the Lover's Kiss ability had drained most of his energy. But what else could he do? He had no weapon he was proficient in, no magic, and no more tricks up his sleeve. He'd never been all that good at fighting and killing, even with weapons and magic.

He could only hope that the next person he ran into was an inmate, not a guard. It was a gamble, but then again, so was this entire situation. And Raves had always been an avid gambler.

OOC: No one noticed a free mage throwing a fireball? And Adam, I replied to one of your posts.

"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." "

This is me finding you. Also, sorry for all the OOC posts.

Larry was panting heavily and his breathing was erratic, "By the gods I'm out of shape." He hissed yet pushed onwards, the call of a guard caught his attention and if it wasn't for a table edge to help him cotnrol his stop, he would've hit the ground hard. He used the moment to quickly catch his breath and figure out where the voice was coming from.

By the sounds of things the guard was furious and chasing someone, as Larry realised this his heart skipped a beat, The dunmer? he thought to himself, There were four guards though. he remembered and wondered if it was possible the dunmer could lose the other three.

He decided to find out the source of noise and began to jog down the corridor, his feet were sore and his body still ached but he pushed on. He hadn't been jogging for more than a minute when, as he came around a corner, he saw the dunmer mage. Larry sighed in relief but it was short lived as the dunmer was accompanied by a mace weilding guard. Oh [censored], a mace. he thought as his eyes fixated upon the furious guard. I hate maces!

He quickly snapped out of his fear and looked at the dunmer, "I have the key to your shackles!" he called out holding it up in the air as if in triumph, "Can you catch?!" he asked, hoping the answer was yes. He was going to attempt to distract the guard long enough for the dunmer mage to unlock his shackles, deal with the guard, and get the hell out of here. I really hate maces.

Saul looks at the prisoner holding his hands close towards him.

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." he said
Saul looks at him confused, then he remembers whats all been happening.
"oh put your hands down im not here to aprehend you or kill you! whats your name anyway prisoner? Im Saul and if you want my help on getting out of here then ask because im done with this bull..." he says to him, he walks around the room looking through confiscated goods, he finds nothing of interest but a few silver bolts.

he walks back over to the prisoner.

OOC: Walrus im sorry, i dont know your characters race gender or name, i didnt have time to read your character sheet cuz i was playing a guard!

OOC: It's alright. Altmer, Elusmyr, Necromancer, Jerk with a heart of gold. That's a TLDR description of my char.

IC: "Oh, put your hands down I'm not here to apprehend you or kill you! What's your name anyway, prisoner? I'm Saul and if you want my help on getting out of here then ask because I'm done with this bull..." Saul said to Elusmyr, he walked around for a bit, looking through boxes, and then he walked back over to Elusmyr.

"I am Elusmyr of Shimmerene, esteemed and infamous mage, necromancer, scholar and gentleman. I'm glad you've shaken loose from the shackles of that mad warden, Trinimac curse his name, and if you have any help, I'll oblige, these bracers" Elusmyr lifted up his arms "are no longer working. So I am quite the force to be feared. If you don't mind, I'll be passing through now, yes, there's a lot to see to." Elusmyr finished and started strolling towards the door out.

ooc- Dark Fox, I just need to double-check this before we go on... you mentioned in the sign-up thread that the bracers have to be de-enchanted before they can be removed. For the sake of both my and Uglius' characters, is it possible that the "enchanted bracer" key has some sort of de-enchanting effect built into it? So that non-magically-skilled guards could remove the bracers if they needed to? Otherwise, our two thieves may not make it past this encounter.

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"I have the key to your shackles!" cried a voice, causing Raves to draw up sharply. "Can you catch?!"

The Dunmer whipped his head around, grinning as he spotted his Imperial friend from the courtyard. Then, something moved out of the corner of his eye, Raves he rolled out of the way as the guard charged past. The mace whooshed by inches from the tip of his ear.

"Not according to my old juggling instructor," he quipped, delighted to see the keyring in the Imperial's hands. "But he was a [censored]! Let's have 'em!"

The Redguard guardsman had stopped between the two of them, seemingly undecided about which prisoner to go after first. Neither inmate looked physically up to facing a mace-wielder head-on... if they wanted to get out alive, this would take finesse. And if the Imperial was planning what Raves thought he was, soon Raves would be entirely capable of finessing his way out of this.

Funny, how the possibility of getting his magic back put everything in perspective.

"I am Elusmyr of Shimmerene, esteemed and infamous mage, necromancer, scholar and gentleman. I'm glad you've shaken loose from the shackles of that mad warden, Trinimac curse his name, and if you have any help, I'll oblige, these bracers" Elusmyr lifted up his arms "are no longer working. So I am quite the force to be feared. If you don't mind, I'll be passing through now, yes, there's a lot to see to." Elusmyr finished and started strolling towards the door out.

"Wait, maybe i could help you if you help me" he said as running to block the door, "You see i have a set of keys, i know of a underground sewer system that leads out of here anyou hehind behind Alkatroz prison, you help me by rounding up some trust worthy prisoners, you seem like somebody i can travel with! you help me cuz i need a people to help me, i cant escape this place alone, ill give you the keys to the exit?" he says then runs through to the courtyard, countless dead guards and prisoners, and the stench of burning bodies filled the air.

Meer made his way throught the prison and encountered an injured guard laying on the ground with blood seeping ot of a wound in his side, the man was obviously near death but the argonian saw it as a unique oppotunity. Trying to make himself as unthreatenig as possible he aproached the guard. "stay back, I'm warning you"
"easy I can help you" Meer lied "just remove thes bracers and I can use my magic to heal you."
"I c...can't. No key."
"where is it?"
"Captains office." he groaned pointing down a corridor. A smile spread across the lizards face. It never ceased to amaze him how gullible people were when they were so close to dieing. "Thanks" he said before breakig the mans neck to put him out of his misery.

As he neared the office door the secretary shrieked "Please don't hurt me. Someone already took the key"
"Where is it?" he snarled grabbing her by the collar
"H..he took it away."
"Worthless." Meer said shoving her aside and going back the way he had come. He stopped at the intersection "which way now?" he panted to himself. Eyening the three way split he made up his mind and headed for the cells reserved for those awaiting execution.

Elusmyr opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get a word out, the guard turned and bolted out of the room. Elusmyr laughed, and opened the door to find that the gate had collapsed. Sighing, he turned and ran after the guard.

Elusmyr took a wrong turn, and ended up in a different line of cells then the way out to the courtyard. In the line, there was an unusual scene. The Dunmer and Imperial he saw earlier both seemed to be confronting a mace wielding guard. Elusmyr lit a fireball in his hand, and as he approached said loudly "Come now, friends, can't this be resolved peacefully?". As the guard turned his head, Elusmyr threw the fireball.

Saul looked around in the corridor, with all the commotion he sees the Altmer run into the wrong corridor, he follows and sees the fireball hit the guard, he closed the door quietly then he runs and breaks the door by accident making it look like he was being chased by insane prisoners. he gets up and brushes himself off and sees the Altmer standing 7 feet away from the dead guard, a Imperial kinsmen and a Dunmer.

"looks like you had things undercontrol..." he says

"Well, then, I'm glad we should meet again. This is Saul, don't worry, he's no longer a guard. Ad I'm not a guard either" He motioned to his armor and chuckled. "You made quite an entrance, Saul. What will the poor warden do about the broken door, you could lose your job." He chuckled again and walked over and shoved the corpse with his leg to make sure it was dead.

"Me and Saul are on the way out, would you two care to join us?"

"Haha happy to make your aquaintence, im keeping the guard uniform for safety reasons" Saul said, "now will you to join us? i know a way out of here!" saul said again
He walks over to the door "The warden could take this on my salary" he chuckles and looks around outside

quote]Also everyone, keep in mind that we don't want to completely escape prison just yet. Not before Black Inc makes contact, since they seem to be what's driving the rest of the story. Dark Fox, we may need some Word of God here to get everything back under control.
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OOC: Exactly, don't escape just yet. Since everything is getting a little out of whack im gonna go ahead and start the next chapter and advance this story a little bit. (By about 8 hours.) Ive read thru the posts and I see that you have all stopped off at a cliffhanger of what happens next.

Now further more since where starting chapter 2: NO MORE PEOPLE ARE ALLOWED TO JOIN. Mostly because its a little hard to deal with whats going on if your not apart of black inc.

Okay so no one else post. I have to get to sleep, and then ill have chapter 2 up tommorrow.

OCC: just outta curiosity am i still good to rp with you guuys?

Larry didn't have much time to react when the Dunmer accepted the idea of catching the keys. "This is stupid, this is stupid, this is stupid." He repeated as he threw the metal pole with as much strength as he could gather towards the guard. The small iron pole seemed to stay in the air forever and to Larry's surprise hit the guard against the shoulder pushing him aside and causing him to lose balance.

His attention quickly turned to the Dunmer as he gently threw the keys towards him. This time he didn't wait for them to land in his hand and he charged the guard, jumping ontop of the already unbalanced, mace weilding man. "This is stupid!" He shouted as he began to shove his hands into the guards face and surrounding body parts, not really too sure what else to do, the action served only to be a minor inconvenience to the guard and while they were both struggling against each other on the ground, he was able to take a swipe at Larry's body with the mace.

The heavy metal smashed against his back bone and caused Larry to cry out in pain and became almost paralysed by the mix of exhaustion, pain, fear and anger. For a second he lay still, frozen solid as the guard overwhelmed him was soon atop Larry, his mace raised to strike the final blow to Larry's slim head.

ooc- Sorry, Dark Fox, for posting after you said not to... but that was a really awkward place to stop, so I just want to finish up this little scene up. This'll put the four of us (Larry, Saul, Elusmyr, and myself) in one place, at least. And it looks like Meer's heading in our direction too.

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Raves whooped as he caught the keys, skittering out of the way as the Imperial veritably pounced on the guard. The Dunmer fumbled with the keys for a second, then found the tiny lock at the base of his shackles and stuck the key in.

The bracers briefly pulsed with magic, as something was activated (or deactivated) by the key. And then, just like that, they snapped open, and Raves could feel Magicka again.

He grinned and glanced up just in time to see the guard getting ready to coup-de-grace his new Imperial friend. But before Raves had a chance to shout a warning, someone else made their presence known. In the form of a fireball.

The guard fell away from the Imperial, shouting and batting at his clothes as the fire consumed him. It was just a tad too grisly for the Dunmer's taste.

Raves winced, hoping that the Imperial didn't get singed too badly, and pocketed the enchanted bracers key. He kicked the bracers across the hall, never wanting to deal with the blasted things ever again.

Then, he looked over, and was surprised to recogize Elusmyr, the Altmer necromancer from the courtyard. For some reason, he was dressed in ill-fitting guard armor (stolen, Raves would wager). And behind him was an Imperial also in guardsman attire, though the guard made no move to attack them, mumbling something about Elusmyr having things under control.

Well, it was hard not to have things under control when one could throw fire around. That was why they gave mage inmates those bracers in the first place.

"Well, then, I'm glad we should meet again," the Altmer said cordially. "This is Saul... don't worry, he's no longer a guard. And I'm not a guard either." He chuckled. "You made quite an entrance, Saul. What will the poor warden do about the broken door, you could lose your job." Eluswyr prodded at the blackened guard's corpse lightly, as if anyone could survive burning alive. "Me and Saul are on the way out, would you two care to join us?"

"Haha, happy to make your aquaintence," the guard named Saul chuckled. "I'm keeping the guard uniform for safety reasons. Now will you to join us? I know a way out of here!" He started walking away, eyeing the nearby passages alertly. "The warden could take this on my salary."

Raves hazarded a glance at the other Imperial... the one who had just literally taken a pounding for him. The guy looked hurt, and it was the least Raves could do to help the guy who had just assaulted an armed guard for him.

He sent Saul and Elusmyr a wry smile, his exhaustion from using his Birthsign ability now showing clearly on his face. "Thanks for the help, but sorry... I don't think my savior here is going to make it all the way out without some healing or something--especially with things as chaotic as they are now--and I just don't have the energy to make a grand escape right now." He walked over to the fallen Imperial, offering his hand to help the man back up. He kept his eyes on Saul and Elusmyr, even as he wove Illusion magic around himself and his Imperial friend.

"But if you guys want to hide out until the heat's off, I certainly wouldn't mind the company."

And with that, Raves finished his Invisibility spell, and, as one, the Dunmer and the Imperial popped out of sight.

Now ladys and gentlemen lets end this chapter:

Chapter 2: Paint it Black




Meanwhile in the Talos Plaza district of the imperial city....

"Dear Diary....

I'm getting quite tired of Ocato's attitude. He seems more focused on finding a new emperor and taking care of the empires provinces, than to deal with Alkatroz. If he were in Alkatroz I probably would've disposed of him a long time ago. And also I wonder why he cares so much about building a Kvatch Memorial. Doesn't he realize how much money we make from the prison, it's much easier to execute prisoners for money than waste money on keeping them alive.

One final note, I talked with Millendral today. He was acting all nervous as if someone was watching him, and when he approached me he asked me something so horrid I'm even afraid to write it in this diary at this moment. He told me about some secret plot to overthrow the eld....."


"Knock knock knock." Sondil heard the door bang.

"Yes, hello come in I don't feel like opening the door right now." Sondil yelled without even turning to look at the door. But still oddly enough there was no answer.

"Hello who's there, I said you can come in....." Sondil then spun around in his chair too look at the door. There his eyes sprung open in surprise as the door was already wide open with no one in sight, nothing there but silence itself.

"Hello who's there?" Sondil spoke out into the eerie silence, his arms in legs trembling in fear. And still no answer was heard, just silence. Then a few moments later, Sondil felt a chilly hand grab his shoulder. Sondil's heart began racing fast and fear started to set in. Then right there without taking the time to turn he then heard a voice speak. "Oh Sondil you've been a bad boy."

Sondil's eyes then grew huge with fear and he tumbled out of his chair in excitement. And there as he laid on the floor he found himself starring at the face of an Argonian. The Argonian, who stood among Sondil, was wearing bright white robes along with a hood that adorned his head. Then to the Argonians side Sondil looked to see a very clear glass sword that was looking more like a vile with a handle on it than an actual sword. And Sondil starred at inside vile like sword, a large amount of black liquid could be seen floating around inside of it.

The Argonian then stepped closer towards Sondil and pulled out a silver dagger. The dagger he pulled out looked mostly normal, except for the insignia of a crescent moon that laid at the end of it's handle. And there the sword shined so brightly that Sondil could look up and see his own reflection in it.

"Please good sir." Sondil began to beg. "You don't have to do this, look i'm rich i'll pay you. I'm sure that's more than you get from that Dark Brotherhood or whatever you call it."
The Argonian then looked angrily at Sondil. "I have no interest in the Dark Brotherhood, they're just murders who take in blood for gold. Your death has a purpose here, you will soon learn why you can't just fill the elder councils pockets with gold. There's no use in prolonging the death of a failed government." The Argonian then smiled. "Your time is up you pathetic Altmer. Prepare to die."
The Argonian then started to step closer to Sondil, only to cause Sondil to crawl back farther. This continued until finally Sondil was backed up into a dark corner.

"Please, Please. I'm begging you don't do this." Sondil then began to cry. "I'll do whatever you want, please." Sondil begged even harder. But the Argonain just answered him with an evil stare as he lifted up his dagger and shoved it into the Altmer's neck. The Altmer then began to cry out in pain before he fell to the floor dead. The Argonian still staying silent, then took out his glass sword and broke over the Almer's body. The black liquid from his sword then dripped over the Altmers body and then on to his blood. As it leaked into his blood it started to turn from red to black. And soon all of Sondil's blood became as black as night itself.

"One elder council member down, many more to go." Then the Argonian left the building leaving Sondil's body alone in his house.

Meanwhile in Alkatroz prison.....

The warden pulled out his golden pocket watch. "Still 10 o'clock hmmm." he said starring at the clock. The entire prison had pretty much become a huge mess. Body's covered the entire courtyard and nearly 200 guards and prisoners had died. But now things were finally starting to get under control. A lot of the prisoners who had seen themselves out numbered had just now began to surrender to the guard, where the guard then took them to their holding cells. After these last couple of hours the chaos that had broke out earlier was finally contained and the prison guards were starting to take back control of Alkatroz.

The Warden who was still standing on the stage then starred out into the night sky and smiled. No one would ever compromise this prison. Not even that silly joke of Black inc.

Meanwhile was trying to find a place to hide inside the Prisons many halls. When the Chaos had broke out he had found himself surrounded by angry guards who all wanted a piece of him. Fortunately, due to the chaos he was able to lose them. But now he had found himself wandering aimlessly through the halls of Alkatroz. The prison layout was extremely confusing and had caused Cyrus to wander around for hours. But then Cyrus finally found something. There to his side stood a completely separate room. One he hadn't seen in forever. And so with no other options Cyrus then decided to open it. The door looked like it was supposed to be very locked and secure, but for some reason it was now unlocked. Cyrus then grabbed the door handle and opened it. There he saw something that he almost couldn't believe. It was a room full of weapons.... and armor. It was like a candy land in the middle of the desert. He then ran inside and grabbed himself some supplies.

OOC: Make sure to recap whats happened in the past 8 hours.

[Will Eventually edit.]

As Saul looked about he seen Guards dragging bodies of prisoners and guards to the center of the courtyard, the bodies formed what looked like to be a small hill growing and growing, bodies that had the strong stench of death upon them even though they were only killed in the past hours, as they started dragging more a Jailor walked up to the bodies and set them all on fire with one bottle of oil and a large flask of whiskey and a few matches, the smoke rose up like a storm and the entire prisoner smelt like burning bodies.

The prison now under controlled the prisoners gave in to the guards and were aprehended and put into cells. Saul notices overall five guards running to the room that they were in, thinking to himself that the door wasnt worth breaking down just to make a silly appearence.

"Saul, what is this here? you caught prisoners? good!" a guard says as he walked in dragging an agronian prisoner by the name of Meer
"Uhhh.... Yeah, thats right, i caught these prisoners.... and was going to take them to their cells now, thank god you came in i thought they were ready to over power me..." he says with worry and gives winks to Elusmyr, Larry, and Raves, plus Mear signalling them that he was lying and wanted them to kill them when he gave a signal of 'NOW" if they were catching the gist of what Saul was trying to do.

"Get up on wall! arms up and dont do anything... even you, you lizard!" saul ordered the 4 prisoners

OCC: Dragon Reaper, is it how you wanted it?

ooc: Adam could you change that to 4 as I never got around to posting and having Meer join up with the rest of you. I'll post IC later.

OOC: copy that, an edit has already been made DR

OOC: Wow, that was anti-climatic.

Adam, Larry and Raves turned invisible. I'm fine with your plan, but (no offense) I think you should probably have asked BSparrow and Uglius before moving the characters along with you, but then again, I don't speak for either of them

IC: Elusmyr moved along around the prison with Saul for a while, and after what seemed like 8 hours, the guards got the prison back under control. Eventually five guards walked into the room Saul and Elusmyr were in.
"Saul, what is this here? You caught prisoners? Good!" A guard said as he walked in dragging an agronian prisoner behind him.
"Uhhh.... Yeah, thats right, I caught these prisoners.... and was going to take them to their cells now, thank the Nine you came in, I thought they were ready to over power me..." he said with worry and then winked at Elusmyr, Larry, and Raves, plus the Argonian signaling to them that he was lying and that he wanted them to kill guards when he gave a signal of 'NOW". Elusmyr and Saul had talked over this before the guards came in and agreed to try this ploy if they were challenged.
"Get up on wall, arms up and dont do anything... even you, you lizard!" Saul ordered Elusmyr and the other prisoners.
"Yes, Sir." Elusmyr said briskly and turned his back to the guards and faced the wall.

OOC: I presume we go back to our cells?
Aria had a black eye, a long gash down the side of her leg and a sprained wrist. The guard threw her in the cell and locked the door before grinning at her.

"Violence against a guard, imitating a guard, attempting to escape...In most prisons you would just get an extra couple of years. But I think they'll be looking for an example. I hope you liked the yard, you'll be back there in a few days."

The Dummer pulled herself off the floor.

"You think, do you? This rebellion has just shown how unstable this prison is. Execute one more person and there will be a thousand avenging them. It's failing. Not just this prison, the whole empire."

"You just got yourself two days without food. That was the kind of talk that got you locked up, the kind that we are meant to force out of you."

"Yeah, let me congratulate you on the great job."

"And one day without water, and I'll be passing all this on to the commander, now you're really going to die."

The Dark Elf scratched at the moss on one of the walls. She had to get out of here. Black Inc...Surely they hadn't given up? But how would she get to the yard? They she remembered the candle, match and rolls of parchment she had hidden. So she could get out. But when?