Private Chains of Morality

[Sid]

Lucifer shook the hand, his pale bony fingers contrasting with the Altmer's golden hands. Azrael moved over to the window, whilst Lucifer moved over to a corner of the office, and placed his hand up against the wall. Even though he had grown up with it, he still saw a certain beauty as his hand changed colour to the stone grey of rocks, or the dull brown of trees.
He at the end of Azrael's little speech, he moved the Thalmors side, and grinned sadistically, as the prisoners were put to work, showing a set of crooked teeth. "Unbridled power," he repeated, "And what will, hmm," He tried to choose the words carefully, to avoid seeming that he was insulting the power of the Thalmor "Happen to them should they disagree with your little plan for them?"

 

[Snoball]

"Disagree? Ha! If a plan fails to come through, what would one generally do? Do away with it. I would never allow vermin to damn the progress we've made thus far. Not one prisoner has ever left this site alive, and that will continue to hold true." Azrael tapped his fingertips against the window sill, still looking on to the display outside. Very few chose not to cause a commotion during each Paramount due to the immense amount of soldiers and guards that supervised the area for the couple hours. As a result, a sort of melancholy roamed the air as prisoners would work like drones with that sole purpose. A very dreary sight overall.

"Just sit back and enjoy the show. We do have the occasional 'hero' every now and then who attempts an uproar, and is put in their place of course."

 

[Timelord_Daelin]

The prison cell was dark and damp, nothing present but a small window, a small table and chair, and a pile of hay. Kyne bit her lip as she peered out the window to see the endless fields of crops. She sighed as she sat down on the chair, thinking about what she was going to do. She knew for sure that she wasn’t going to go mad if she stayed here. She rubbed her aching head, pain searing through it, as she stood up, the Thalmor herding the prisoners out of their cells and towards the fields. Once they were outside, the prisoners waited for orders. Kyne spotted a few people from the carriage including Ardin. Everybody looked in horrible shape, some bloodied, and some bruised badly. Prisoners squirmed around, anxious and scared of what the Thalmor may do. Kyne walked over to Ardin and another Nord. “I cannot wait to see what we have to do first,” Kyne said sarcastically to the two. She stood quietly, waiting for something to happen.

 

[Sid]

"Just sit back and enjoy the show. We do have the occasional 'hero' every now and then who attempts an uproar, and is put in their place of course." Lucifer grinned at the prospect of a attempted riot or breakout.
"Now," he said "I only know the Wardens office and the front door of this prison, not a very good way to start. I would quite like to know my way around. Would it not be best to send one of your,hmm, undistinguished to guide me?"

 

[Sid]

(Are we still up?)

 

[Snoball]

(I was just waiting for anyone who didn't post to do so. If nothing, then we'll carry on with the escape.)

 

[Sid]

Lucifer stepped out the office, to see the same low Thalmor standing outside. "Sir, um well sir," he stuttered out "Um, well sir, I heard, well sir, I heard you needed showing around, and sir, um, I could show you sir..." Lucifer rolled his eyes and said unwillingly, "If it would please you." He followed the stuttering Thalmor around the complex, listen to his incessant rambling, "This is the prison cells, sir. And this is my quarters, well most low ranks here quarters, sir. I'm Pavidus, sir, Pavidus Inaudax." In the middle of his ramblings a prisoner jumped out, and shouted loudly, directly at Lucifer "YOU'RE PEOPLE ARE IMMORAL, UNNATURAL AND Ummm......." Lucifer walked up to the prisoner and put both hands on both sides of his head, breaking his neck with a sharp twist of the head and a large crack that echoed through the long stone corridors. "Stong, smart, your superiors... take your pick." He said smugly, "Now, to my quarters." He commanded the Thalmor, and walked to his quarters.
As he reached his quarters he said sharply "Begone, you are no longer needed." He examined the bedroom, "Yes sir, whatever you wish sir." The Thalmor replied. It was well suited to his needs with a large wall full of bookcases and much storage.

 

[Snoball]

With the escort of Lucifer from his office, Azrael is left alone, still peering through the same glass window such as he's done for years now. He put his hand against the glass, eventually coming to refer to the window as a living thing. "And at last, he we are once again old friend. While many would see through you the labor of those long forgotten, I see a bright and humble future. These prisoners all die eventually, but you, you've been here this whole time, allowing me the opportunity to bear witness to such a... well now. That time of the year again." Azrael could see the guardsmen approaching the cell of the mer who had been imprisoned longer than any other prisoner. He didn't have the liberty of sharing a cell with anyone else, and was kept confined in complete solitude until brought out to work once in a blue moon.

Icarus, now considerably weak from his cells poor condition was dragged out onto the work line. His eyes were nearly shut from the sun's light, for his confinement made sunlight a more rare but harsh thing to his weakened eyes. Barely able to stand on his own feet, he was placed side-by-side with the Block 2-A and 3-C prisoners work line. A diverse lot to say the least, he knew they would fare well as far as his scheme was concerned. With the Khajiit guardsmen surveying the 3-C line, Icarus had to quickly and vaguely get his point across to the other prisoners. He looked back at the 2-A line, a large, hulkish Nord, a shorter, attractive Nord woman, and a young Imperial. He gave them a wink and a slight nod. Now looking forward, he picked away at the rocks, next to another Imperial and two slightly resemblant men. He addressed them under his breath. "These Thalmor... we're but a street act to them... They watch.... while we entertain... like an audience... However.... now and again.... it doesn't hurt...... to give them a show." He nudged his head back toward the the 2-A prisoners, hoping the brothers would get the gist of what he was implying.

 

[Daryl Dixon]

Merle, Daryl, and all the other prisoners were pulled out of their cell blocks and what they were doing to be out with each other working in long rows, picking away at the rock before them.

A weak but intelligent high elf had been introduced into the show, an organised escape was coming up and he was behind it all. The prisoners were to create diversions and thin out the guard, then a huge attack by all the prisoners would follow. That's how Daryl interpreted it, he wasn't entirely sure.

Merle was working to the right of a woman Daryl learned was Kyne, and Daryl was working to the right of Merle. The elf Icarus gave the signal, and Merle began his show.

"Come here sugar tits" Merle said as he went to grab Kynes ass, she was bent over as she had just swung her pick axe at the rock. She jumped up and looked at him, hatred in her eyes. "What do you think you're doing?" She asked, sternly.

"The way these elves are workin' us you could be dead tomorrow. We should hook up, before you die." Merle said, not breaking eye contact. "Ugh, I'd rather." Kyne said, looking away and went to continue to work, Merle grabbed her by the shoulder and spun her around, a guard in the distance began eyeing them. "Don't touch me." Kyne said, very seriously. "Aww don't be like that, you imperials are no fun." Merle said, giving a quick wink to his brother, who was an imperial. "I'm a Nord" Kyne said, seeming to get pissy. "You sure about that? Cause the way I see it I got myself a little whore of an imperial playing hard to get. That something they teach you in whore school?" Merle said, trying to get under Kynes skin.

By now another prisoner had walked over, a brutish Nord now stood between Kyne and Merle. "Just stop." He said, being very firm with his voice. "Hey we were just havin' a lil fun, weren't we sugartits" Merle said, gesturing to Kyne. Kyne looked disgusted at Merles behaviour, "pig" she mumbled under her breath. She was now just watching from behind the imperial Titus.

"Just leave her alone." Ardin said, in his deep voice. "Piss off" Merle said, pushing Ardin back slightly. Ardin looked annoyed but kept a level head, Ardin looked as if he would go back go work until Merle said, "P*ssy". Then Ardin took a swing at Merle, Merle grabbed Ardins arm with both hands then took a swing with his right, it connected with Ardins face with what looked like a lot of force, but this fight was staged and in reality it would have only caused a small thud on Ardins face with no real pain. Ardin took the swing before kicking Merle in the gut, Ardin went to go for another swing at Merle but Daryl ran up and held him back, before turning around to Merle as Titus grabbed Ardin to restrain him. "Piss off Darlina" Merle said, as he spat to the side. "Me and this ass were just fighting over some midget b*tch who claims to be a Nord" Merle said, fists raised facing Daryl and Ardin.

"Merle." Daryl said, trying to get his brother to snap out of it, Merle was taking it too far. Merle went in for a punch at Ardin but Daryl pushed Merle back. The hit would have landed but Ardin leaned back a bit, the imperial Titus was holding Ardin back. Both Ardin and Merle could push past these people if they truly tried. Merle began ranting sexist comments about Kyne to Ardin, "Man just shut the hell up!" Daryl yelled, getting all up in Merles face. "No you shut up you're a bunch of p*ussies who-!" Merle was saying as two Thalmor guards stepped in, one had brang the hilt of their sword to the back of Merles head, he fell to the ground seemingly unconscious.

Daryl looked at the guard, and went behind him back to his working line. The Thalmor guard stood to the left of Daryl, and the right of Merles body. The other guard stood facing Ardin, but Ardin had turned so he was facing Kyne, so now Kyne was behind the guard and the guard was in front of Ardin. Titus, the other imperial, was now standing next to Kyne.

(OOC: I hope you's understood that, here's the names in order of where they're standing/lying, an arrow pointing the way they're facing

Titus> Kyne> Thalmor> <Ardin <Merle <Thalmor <Daryl)

Daryl looked around, no other guards had their attention. Daryl and Kyne looked at each other in each others eyes, Kyne nodded, Daryl nodded back. Kyne drew a shiv and brang it to one of the thalmors neck, putting her hand over his mouth. He was armoured in elven but had no helmet. She bang his body down slowly, at the same time Daryl had brang his shiv to the back of the other Thalmors head, right under the skull, but the shiv went in upwards to hit the brain. The prisoners looted the bodies, Kyne grabbed an Elven Dagger while Titus got the sword, Ardin got a war axe from the Thalmor Daryl had taken down.

A set of events had been put into motion that could not be stopped, the next 48 hours would be very, very eventful.

Other prisoners around the large expanse of rows of working prisoners had put on similar acts, an all out riot was about to begin.

Daryl grabbed his pickaxe and got ready to roll. Merle began to stand up, rubbing the back of his head where he had been hit before grabbing a pick axe.

 

[arctic73]

Regulus watched with excitement as the plan was executed. The prisoners had put on a "show" for thee Thalmor, just as the elf had suggested. Everything was going well, and Reg figured it was time for him to get involved. The guards were rushing to contain the situation Kyne and Daryl had created. One of the stragglers was a bit farther behind the pack, and Reg conjured a small spark of electricity in his palm to knock out the guard. He took the guard's Elven Dagger and hurried to meet the other inmates.

 

[Snoball]

A sly grin only worthy of victory met Icarus's face. For once, the plan might end up going through as planned. Before other guards could react to the prisoners's act of brutality, more and more groups began rebeliing against their block masters through violence and unrest. Icarus looted the key that kept the prisoners connected to one another and passed it around. "Jolly good show, friends. But we're far from finished. Follow if freedom is what you desire." Icarus signaled the group to follow him, as a bunch of others joined them as well, hoping for escape.

From his office window, Azrael could see the madness ensue. Prisoners and guards alike had made this site a restless battlefield. While many prisoners ran to try and escape, others stayed behind to take on their oppressors. Azrael gritted his teeth and slammed a clenched fist on the window sill. He could see Icarus and the others in the center of the carnage attempting an escape, and he knew just where the veteran prisoner would take them. He stepped out from his office and shouted an order to his personal justicars, his voice bellowing past all the noise. The group of about 50 immediately lined up in front of him. "JUSTICARS! FALL IN! See it not a damn soul makes it out of here alive. For this moment, and this moment only, brutality is not only condoned, but it is advised. FOR THE DOMINION." "FOR THE DOOMMINION!!!" Azrael pointed a handful to the direction of Icarus and the escapees.

From their location, Icarus could begin to see a squad of guardsmen head their way. "Keep your wits about you. Prepare to defend yourselves!" As he spoke, Icarus let loose a bolt of chain lightning which struck one guard, and bounced onto another, taking both elves out as he continued further.

 

[Wolfbane]

Ardin had it to knock merle out, but he saw what it did for their escape so he just blew it off until they had a quite moment. What unfolded was a battle. Prisoners and guards exchanging blows, blood spilling from both sides. At that moment death was having a ball. Ardin grabbed the pickaxe he used for the rocks and sheathed it in his clothes. He decided to catch up with the rest of the group instead of just fighting aimlessly. He grabbed Kyne's shoulder. "Where we headed? We have nowhere! How about a plan? Can someone fill me in! I was too busy dealing with daryl's idiot brother, who I will deal with after. We are also out numbered and we only have simple tools while I see spells arrows being flung all around me!" They needed a plan, and fast. Where would they go? Wonder with no direction and then die out in the open? Where will they get arms, supplies and rest? These thalmor will not rest until they find the group. In Ardin's mind a plan was essential.

 

[Daryl Dixon]

The escape was on, arrows and spells were flying everywhere, prisoners and Thalmor alike being slaughtered, Daryl knew they wouldn't all make it. Daryl followed Kyne and saw Ardin run up to her, he didn't seem to notice Daryl. Ardin was ranting to Kyne and "I was too busy dealing with Daryls idiot brother.." Daryl heard Ardin say. "Hey" Daryl said as Ardin and Kynes attention drew to Daryl "choose your words more carefully." Threatened Daryl. "No I did, idiots what I meant" Ardin replied. Daryl just snorted and ran off, running over to Merle. Through the midst of the chaos Merle stood, giving hell to the Thalmor.

Merle now had an Elven sword and was taking down as much Thalmor as he could with other prisoners at his back, Daryl ran close enough for Merle to hear him. "MERLE!" Shouted Daryl, "Get your dumb ass over here, we gotta go!" Daryl tried shouting over all the noise. Merle finished off a thalmor soldier and ran his way over, a Thalmor ran behind him and as he brang a strike that would have killed Merle into his back Daryl used his pick axe to push the sword out of the way- it narrowly missed Merle. Daryl smashed the sharp end of the pick axe into the right side of the Thalmor and it doesn't pierce the armour, the Thalmor hunches over in pain and as he goes to stand up Merle throws him to to the ground. Daryl brings his pick axe into the face of the Thalmor, there was a sickening crunch. Daryl was certain if he tried taking off the helmet the soldier was wearing his skull would fall apart, Daryl and Merle ran to find the others.

Daryl looked around the chaos and couldn't find the others, Merle couldn't care less. "Let's just leave em they played their part" Merle said, Daryl looked hopefully into the crowd and saw nothing, Daryl followed his brother. They ran towards the doors into the embassy/prison, there were many corridors and not much direction to guide the two. The pair ran hopelessly through the halls, being able to avoid most Thalmor.

Daryl had all but given up hope when Merles voice echoed through the halls, "Ooooooh baby!" Daryl heard Merles voice coming from a room. "Merle what is it?" Daryl asked. No answer. "Merle" called out Daryl. Daryl could hear some rummaging coming from a room, Daryl slowly opened the door, left arm up blocking and an Elven dagger in the right ready to lunge into anyone.

Daryl saw it to just be Merle, he had found the barracks. Merle went through, ignoring the armour and weapons and finding his custom leather armour. Without putting it on Merle went through one of the pockets, pulling out a bag of skooma and sleeping tree sap. "Are you kidding?" Snapped Daryl, "This whole time you were just looking for your stash? Ardin was right about you!" Shouted Daryl, pointing his left hand index finger at his brother. "Aw don't be like that" Merle said, "I grabbed something of yours too" Merle said looking over to a weapons rack, it was lined with bows and one of them was missing. Daryls crossbow lay at Merles feet, Daryl walked over still pissed off, glaring at his brother he picked up his crossbow. The grip felt so right in his hands, he felt noticeably better with his crossbow in his possession. "Grab whatcha can, we gotta go." Merle said, peeking out a door, he chucked on his black leather vest and kept watch.

"We gotta wait for the others, they'll come by here, they won't stand a chance otherwise." Daryl said, grabbing his own black leather vest, Daryls had two angel wings on the back and the vest fit in perfectly with his already sleeveless top. "They're dead anyway, Thalmor are probably burying what's left of your friends right now." Merle said, still looking out the door. "How can you be so sure?" Asked Daryl, by now Daryl was also at the door. "They didn't stand a chance, were lucky we got away from them, now quit your bitchin' and let's go!" Merle shouted at Daryl, Daryl ignored him.

"Dammit Daryl." Merle said, walking over to the armoury again, "if we're gonna wait we might as well prepare". Merle made a makeshift bag out of some leather and put as many iron ignots he could fit in there, using some leather straps he made it possible to wear it on his back. The bag was closed by leather straps around the leather keeping it from opening, the bag was really just laid out leather with straps around it.

"What the hell do you need that many iron ingots for?" Asked Daryl, "You should be out finding the cafeteria and stocking it with food not iron ingots. Do you like wasting time?" Daryl said, as he left from his post at the door and walked a few steps in Merles direction, he was holding his crossbow with both hands. "Ain't you a curious little fella" mocked Merle, "if you must know I want to make something with it, ya'll won't be complaining when it comes in use." Merle said, looking at his brother like this was a big game.

Daryl heard the sound of 10, 15 people running in their direction, Merle ducked down behind a table and Daryl hid two metres from the door and to the left. "Shut the door" hissed Merle, Daryl leaned in slamming the door shut. Thalmor rushed past the barracks, not noticing the loud noise the closing of the door created. "That was too close for comfort! I'm not waiting around no more, we gotta go Daryl!" Merle said, panic on his face. Merle rarely called Daryl by his real name, it was a rare occurrence. "C'mon Merle we can't just leave em" pleaded Daryl, "like hell we can't!" Said Merle, he went to walk out the door but Daryl grabbed his shirt and pulled him back. "If it wasn't for the elf you wouldn't be able to walk out that door!" Said Daryl, "You'd still be working in that bloody field so shut the hell up and wait."

"Keep your pants on Darlina, they got two minutes" Merle said, to a pissed off Daryl. "If he started this whole thing I'm sure they can go on without us, they ain't give two plopss about us. Just think if it was them who got here first, do you think they would have waited?" Merle said, the last sentence really got to Daryl. Merle could see the change in expression on Daryls face, which caused Merles next comment. "And here you are tryna help people out in the goodness of ya heart, even though you might die doing it, is that something the Thalmor taught you?" Merle commented, trying to manipulate his brother into leaving.

Daryl could hear more footsteps and voices, he walked over to the door, they were getting closer and closer. Daryl got to the door, the footsteps were coming from the left. Daryl drew his crossbow and got ready to leap out and shoot one of the many people who were coming their way. Daryl jumped out to see the surprised faces of Kyne and Ardin, the rest of them were there as well. Daryl lowered his crossbow, nodded and backed up so they could enter the barracks. As they entered the barracks Daryl made note of their faces, "ah it's that ranga from earlier!" Merle said, pulling a smile. Daryl sighed and looked down, embarrassed by his brothers actions and remarks. "She brought her daddy with her too!" At this Ardin said something, and Merle and Ardin looked as if they were about to fight- with weapons.

Daryl stepped in, by now he had put his crossbow on his back. "Merle just back off, we don't got time for this now you're gonna get us all killed!" Daryl said, "now stop messing around and back off". Daryl pointed at Merle, then to behind Merle when he said "back off". Kyne looked at Daryl impressed, which Daryl noticed. He walked a little closer to her "Not such a hot headed idiot now huh?" Said Daryl, remembering what she said back on the carriage when the girl was killed. Merle was going to say something about Kyne being hot headed due to her partially red hair, but said something else instead. "Guess the old man only did raise one smart son." Merle said from the back of the room. This immediately angered Daryl, "Man he didn't raise nobody!"

Daryl stood there, fists clenched trying to hold his anger in. This is where the quiet imperial Titus stepped in, "Didn't your mum ever teach you boys manners?" He asked in a calm tone. Daryl turned to the man, and stepped forward "Well I don't even know what a real mums spose to be like!" Daryl yelled, he stormed out of the room, turning and slamming the door. Seconds later a loud thud was heard on the door, Daryl had kicked it. On his way out of the room he saw Kyne look at him, "shut up" he said, thinking she'd say a smartass remark about him flying off the handle and proving himself wrong straight after he said he wasn't a hot headed idiot.

Everyone's gaze turned to Merle, he just looked somewhere else avoiding their eye contact.

Daryl was pacing back and forth outside the room, he ran his fingers through his hair trying to calm down. He managed to calm down by the time the High Elf had stepped out, not long after the others followed armed and armoured. Daryl and Merle didn't say another word to each other.

 

[Kyzie]

Titus woke up in the dark dingy cell remembering where he was, he was in a Thalmor Slave Camp he was going to be forced to work, he didn't like that one bit, Titus was dragged out of the cell by a Thalmor Soldier and was placed in line with the other prisoners from the carriage and was digging away when an old looking Altmer came and spoke to him "These Thalmor... we're but a street act to them... They watch.... while we entertain... like an audience... However.... now and again.... it doesn't hurt...... to give them a show." Moments later a fight broke out between Ardin a rather large Nord and Merle, Daryl's brother Merle had punched Ardin in the face and he retalliated by kicking Merle in the gut, before Ardin could swing another punch Titus grabbed and restrained him and when Merle started yelling at Daryl two Thalmor guards came up and one of them knocked Merle unconscious with the hilt of his sword and they got back into line but not before Kyne and Daryl plunged shivs into the backs of the two guardsmen and started to loot them so Titus grabbed the sword from the dead soldiers body and recieved the key from Kyne after she unlocked herself from the chains binding the prisoners together and the elf spoke again "Jolly good show, friends. But were far from finished. Follow me if Freedom is what you desire.
Then moments later more guards were coming to attack then the elf said " Keep your wits about you. Be prepared to defend your self." and was fighting off the guards with spells and other assortments of attacks, after some fighting they arrived in the barracks, Ardin and Merle looked as if they were going to kill each other when Daryl started yelling at Merle so Titus stepped in and said "Didn't your Mum ever teach you boys manners?" Daryl turned to him and yelled "Well I dont even know what a real mum's spose to be like!" and stormed out kicking the door in the process.
After every one was armed and Titus was back in his Dwarven Armor and weilding his Dwarven Greatsword he walked out and spoke to Daryl " Im so sorry Daryl I didn't know about your parents and I didn't mean to offend you, Im sorry" then joined the rest of the group.

 

[Wolfbane]

Ardin and the rest of the group finally caught up with Merle and Daryl. They were greeted with a firey argument and some choice opinions from Merle. Ardin tried his best to listen in,but that was interrupted by a crossbow, but soon realised it was Daryl. "They don't give two damns about us, huh? You see Merle this is the difference between you and me. I wouldn't leave my friends behind like you would. I especially wouldn't leave my brother behind! That "distraction" you did by grabbing Kyne was dirty. You're lucky you are Daryl's brother, or else I wouldn't give a damn in leaving you. You only care about yourself. Not even your brother ranks in your list. unfortunately we need all the help we can get, and all the weapons we need to survive out there. Mark my words though, next time we have a chance we will see who is the one you should worry about. I'm a lot scarier than those damn feeble elves. Keep far away from me, or better yet, from everybody else." Ardin adjusted his ear to holler and a whole lot of footsteps. " Lets not waste anymore time. They closing in on us. This place isn't best suited for a fight."

 

[Snoball]

"Lets not waste anymore time. They closing in on us. This place isn't best suited for a fight."

"Agreed. The last thing we need right now is our deaths brought early on by some petty arguments. You may not see it now, but everything rests on our teamwork from here on in. If you've all gathered your essentials, than it is best we move, Azrael's justicars are closing in." Icarus looked around, trying to memorize an escape route that didn't involve walking out the front door. He remembered the cafeteria. He moved back toward the group to lay-out the plan. "That's it! There is a backdoor to the mess hall used to dispose of rotten food. From there, it's but a straight run to the irrigation fields. This may only be the beginning of our troubles, but I vow to ensure our safety out of here, that is my promise." Icarus was suddenly cut off by the thunderous thumping on the metal door. The Thalmor had begun barging into each prison block to snuff out any hiding prisoners, and that included the barracks.

Before he could lead the group through the eatery, a random, armed prisoner spoke on behalf of 4 others with him. "You all carry on, we'll keep them at bay for as long as we could." With a look of shock, Icarus protested. "No. I promised we would all leave here as one, and that includes you." "You've done enough, friend. We all can't outrun thunderbolts launched at our backs. We'll buy you and the others time, and thank you." Icarus began to feel empty, but knew there was little time to convince him otherwise. He whispered a quick, Aldmeri prayer to the man, and went on with the others. All who remained with him were the two Nords, the two Imperials, and the brothers. "Come on. Time is of the essence." He ran with the remaining prisoners to end of the mess hall. Now, the justicars could be heard breaking into the other room, the sound of spells and steel echoing about. "Once I open this door, we run straight to the fields. Don't bother looking back, and be prepared for a fight. Are you all ready?"

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"Warden, prisoner casualties bordering the 100s, sir!" Azrael was nearly pulling his hair out at this point. His worst nightmares of a successful uprising had been realized. Though he wasn't down for the count just yet. "Guardsman, bring me as many of the bodies of the deceased immediately." "Warden, wouldn't you consider that more of a final option?" Azrael grinned menacingly, even chuckling a bit. "Victory, by whatever means. If these prisoners wish to fantasize about this illusion of freedom, then we'll see what their allies have to say about the matter." The guardsman heeded his orders and began to collect the fallen bodies around the area. Azrael suddenly remembered that the Ambassador's safety had also been a key priority. Once the ritual had been complete, Azrael would check in on him. Though he approached the situation casually, knowing the Ambassador, or any Thalmor for that matter, could handle themselves against "common filth".

 

[Sid]

Lucifer walked up to the window of his room to see the Thalmor Justicars coming down on the prisoners, slaughtering them. He smiled wryly, only to have his door crushed in on him. Three prisoners stood in the doorway, looking around for an exit, then they saw him. "Ah gentlemen, how nice of you to join us." Lucifer said, "Now if you wouldn't mind moving out the way, I'd quite like to go for a walk." When they didn't move he walked up to the first one, grabbed him the the ragged robes he was wearing and through him, head first, into the wall. The second then attempted to attack him, only to be met by a snake, hungry. Lephisto ate the prisoners face off, leaving her to whimper on the floor in pain.
The third, and probably the smartest prisoner, ran from the room. Lucifer proceeded to walk down the hallway, briskly, and on to the wardens office.

 

[arctic73]

"Once I open this door, we run straight to the fields. Don't bother looking back, and be prepared for a fight. Are you all ready?" Icarus said as they found their exit. Regulus nodded and said he was, and resisted the urge to look back towards the battle that ensued between the guards and the other prisoners. Regulus had been saving his energy, and in addition to the Elven Dagger, Greatsword and minimal armor, had a good deal of his arsenal of magic ready to go. He was shifting his feet back and forth, itching to escape both the prison and the ugliness that had bubbled up between a few of the prisoners earlier.​

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[Wolfbane]

"Blast, I need some armor and a sword! The next Thalmor is mine! For now this pickaxe will suffice. It spills blood just the same." Ardin said with a snarl in his voice. As much as he hates fighting, he loves the adrenaline that comes with it. The prison was more of a battlefield. You could hear yells,screams,spells being shot, and the clash of steel. The smell of blood, sweat, and death weighed heavy. The group was almost ready for a direct fight. Ardin was still injured but at this point he was hopped up on adrenaline he barely felt a thing. He just wanted to escape and a sword to drive through anyone who stops them.

"The fields then? Let's hope they don't have scouts. And if they do, I hope they can't hit worth a damn. Gods I really need a blade now." He said with impatience. He then stopped abruptly when he heard the chatter of two guards that came closer to the room. He was more of a fight kind of person, but a smart one at that. A small plan came into mind. A smile was on his face while he turned to the group. He knew what he was going to do. "Aye find a hiding spot quick! All of you. These guys are mine. They picked the wrong room to search! Now hide they are coming in!" he said as he hid in the corner with the door. The door opened, blocking the guards line of sight. The guards had no idea what happened. It was a flash. He then slowly closed the door without making a sound then ambushed the first guard to break his neck quick and painless. The second guard was about to swing his sword but ardin kicked his hand to stop the swing. The guard quickly looked up but was elbowed in the face all while ardin drew his pickaxe. Then with one mighty swing buried the pickaxe in the elf's head. "May Talos judge you" the life drained out of the elf's eyes. They became dead pale blue. Ardin then kicked the body off of the axe, and let the body fall. Most times he honors his enemies but this was different. "Got a sword and a dagger. Damn armor is too slim for me. These elves are all bone. Come on!" With that the group went on.

 

[Kyzie]

Things were going from bad to worse for Titus,
He is being chased by Thalmor as he's escaping the horrible slave camp, it looked like a fight was going to break out amongst the prisoners, and after all of this he had nowhere to go, his mother was dead his father is an asshole and wants to kill him and his house was destroyed, what would he do?, maybe if it wasn't to much to ask he could stay with Ardin or Kyne or even Daryl even though he didn't really like Merle.

Titus pulled himself away from his thoughts, and tried to focus on the situation at hand, Icarus was speaking. "Once I open this door, we run straight for the fields. Don't bother looking back, and be ready for a fight. Are you all ready?". We were going to run for it and Titus was ready to get out of this evil place, "Im ready to leave this plopshole behind lets go." A few minutes later two Thalmor soldiers attemping to search the room were quickly executed by Ardin, huh who thought a big brute of a Nord such as Ardin could be as stealthy as he just was it was quite a funny thought.

Now it was time to run as Icarus opened the door, i was second out of the door following Icarus, i have never ran so fast in my life but thats because i've never had Thalmor chasing after me trying to kill me, Titus looked ahead and saw two scouts up ahead drawing their weapons, Titus lifted his Dwarven Greatsword from his back and swung it at the first Thalmor effectively cutting him in half, but the second scout had his weapon drawn and swung it at Titus but he brought his greatsword up just in time to block the attack, and countered it by kicking the Thalmor in the gut which in turn made the scout bend over in pain, Titus raised his greatsword up and stabbed it through the back of the scouts throat beheading him in the process, " Pathetic wastes of life." Titus turned to see a female thalmor dressed in Elven armour about to deliver a killing blow to him, Titus had no time to block. Before the killing blow struck Titus an arrow went through her eye, the elf fell limp. Titus saw Daryl a few meters away, Daryl nodded to Titus and they continued running.