Eadvar - The Fallen God [RP]

[MTVSHBG 10]

Cren lifts his now clear plate from the table, and gets up to put it away. He hears the girl ask meekly about some of his food, but with it now gone, he offers an apologetic smile. "If you'd like, I can take your plate as well, Miss...?" Cren trails off, allowing the girl to fill in her own name, if she wishes.

[AndrewTech 3332]

Alenia curses herself for not asking sooner. Oh well. Not that such a small amount of food would have made much of a difference. 

 

"I'll be fine..." She replies to Cren, a bit drearily. She winces as at the strike of another round of thunder. "Thank you for the offer though. I appreciate it. And it's Alenia."

 

She picks up her plate and cup, and goes to turn them in, standing in line with the others. 

 

((Edited due to not seeing part about asking name, sorry.))

[justDEWit 133]

Rock stood to his feet, grabbing his plate and cup as he began to meander over to the line. He looked up through the windows in the ceiling, wondering if this was his way out of this hellhole. 

[dirtryhary 26]

Roth chewed through his meal content, it was better then usual prison fare. He'd spent some time in cells, anyone of his profession has. But this prison topped it all. It had it's own kitchen, fully staffed! Good thing the King decided not to kill us right off the bat. I could get used to this place! Roth thought to himself. He idly watched the gathered group of rapscallions around him. I'm the only damn human here, Roth realized. It made him feel uncomfortable, alone. He'd have to watch carefully, see who is worth it and who is not. Some of them might be able to watch his back. Others.... Well others looked better suited for the gallows. He was a rouge! a thief! damnit. Up until his untimely betrayal, Roth ran in high circles of the lowest of the low. Now he was sharing his meals with a bunch of up jumped  prickly races. Determined to hide his feelings, Roth finishes his meal and sighs.

 

Getting up, Roth stretches his long limbs. Rubbing his stomach, he goes up to the chef. Giving him his most winning smile and a wink, Roth deposits his stuff. 

 

"Keep up this good cooking, and you just may find yourself a witty husband! It'll keep it interesting, add spice to things that aren't food."

 

Getting slapped by a wooden spoon for his efforts, Roth sighs once more. Deliberately putting himself behind the half crystal half human thing, Roth takes a moment to have a view. Not half bad, for half a human. He idly thinks. Better a half human than not at all I suppose. Tapping her shoulder, Roth gives his winning smile as she turns around.

 

"Hello there miss, pleasure to be behind ya! As the only human here, I welcome you on the behalf of our race! Well should I say I half welcome you..... you're obviously not fully human. Stick around me and I can teach you the other half!" Grinning at his own joke, Roth ignores whatever she has to say, and idly wonders what this jail will bring......

[Z3r05t4r 855]

"Oi, stop the chatter now, will ya?" calls the guard up to Roth and Alenia. "You two lovebirds can do it elsewhere. And I dare you better not wake up the other inmates. They don't take lightly to newcomers."

 

...

 

Soon after all are shackled up at their hands again and the line gets moving, out of the mess hall, through a long corridor towards the courtyard it seems. The rumblings of the thunderstorm are still hearable in the background. Just as you enter the dark courtyard, you can spot a few prisonguards patrolling on the walls. Halfway across it they suddenly stop, gesturing outwards into the plains around Peford Prison towards something you can't see.

 

"Open the gates!"

 

Is the last thing you hear being shout before a dark boulder smashes right into the courtyard, throwing up quite a bit of dirt, not harming anyone though. "Open the ******* gates, you morons! You have to get out before they arrive!" shouts the voice outside the walls again. Another pair of guards curiously approaches the dark boulder with swords in hand, whilst a third one opens the gate finally, to let the person outside in. During all of this, the jailer appears to become more and more nervous, the guard accompanying you also seems to have forgotten the purpose of your group being in the courtyard in the first place.

 

Through the now open gate, you can see a rider enter, in torchlight visibly stained in mud and something that awfully looks like blood, less of his own, but blood nontheless. "How many men does Peford have? Where's your garrison commander?" he asks the baffled guardsman who opened the door. "I- I- uh, this... this is a prison m'lord. Our garrison is at maybe... fifty? Sixty if you count in the smith, cooks and other workers." The rider says nothing, but glances through the courtyard, eyeing your group briefly, then realizing the dark boulder lying in the dirt, which has begun to smoke lightly in the torchlight of the two guards examining it. "Oh, this is bad... run. All of you, flee this plac-!"

 

The boulder cracks apart. A skeleton, moved by an unknown force jumps out, rusty sword in hand, assaulting the aghast guardsmen who stood close. You hear a scraping screech and a drowning like noise as it sinks its rusty blade in the first guardsman's throat. The second swiftly steps in and strucks the fragile being apart, just to get jumped by another two skeletons leaving the cracked boulder. "Ring the alarm! Blow the horn! We are under attack!" shouts one of the guardsmen on the wall, another following his orders and blowing the horn with the same thought. But as the horn is blown, it's being answered by another one outside. A bolt of lightning brightens up the night for a moment, to let you see round dark shadows fall towards the prison.

 

Boulders. Smashing in left and right, into the walls, into the courtyard, all smoking and cracking, skeletal hands reaching out of crevices in them, dark terror eager to attack whatever they are ordered to attack. Just like this you appear forgotten, as the jailer draws his blade and joins, together with the fellow guardsman the other prison guards who have started to assemble in the courtyard and the walls in order to fend off the foe. The rider is long gone through the gate which is being closed hastily.

 

Metallic noises, grunts, screeches and the rumblings of boulders smashing in, cracking, and lightning give an eerie scene as the guardsmen fight an evergrowing amount of foes. Trouble. And all of you amidst.

 

[EndCallCaesar 484]

*Sayadar looks around frantically, his eyes hold nothing but shock and so he begins pulling at his shackles in vain before turning to one of the fallen guards and running towards them with the intent to pick up a blade. He proceeds to mutter under his breath*

"Waste not, want not."

 

[AndrewTech 3332]

Alenia frowns towards the man who's jeering at her.

"You'd better shut up... Right now. I am not in the mood to take jeering from the likes of imbeciles and fool-"

As the boulders crash into the side of the fortress, she's knocked backwards into the man behind her, letting out a cry as she lands on top of him. He would probably break her fall in the process, though being quite light, he himself would not have been harmed in most likelihood.
 

She would attempt to slide off of Roth, after whatever reaction he gave to her fall, and if successful, searching for a fallen guard to find some sort of weapon she could use to defend herself. She'd cry out to Roth, and to Cren, who was just in front of her,

"We've GOT to get out of here!"

[MTVSHBG 10]

Hearing Alenia cry out to him, Cren would turn to face her. "We can't just leave the guards like this! And what of the prisoners? If the skeletons reach them, it will be a slaughter! Every hand helps! If we flee, many lives may be lost here! And perhaps worse still, they might be raised as enemies later!" Finishing what he wanted to say, Cren would begin searching around for a weapon, preferably something light."

[justDEWit 133]

At first, Rocky stumbled back due to the random boulder crashing into the courtyard, obviously caught off 'guard'. After multiple boulders started crashing to the ground, he stayed silent as he ran for a dead guard, aiming the take the sword that they had. Being a rock person, he'd be pretty slow. "Here we go." he muttered to himself, glad that this lightning storm was his way out.

[Z3r05t4r 855]

The guards are commonly armed with mid-blades of Gardoar (swords of an armlength) and guard spears (about head height for an average man).

 

Sayadar, Alenia and Rock manage to grab a Gardoar sword from a fallen guard each, as Cren picks up a spear from a guard with slashed chest slumped against a wall. And not a moment too late. Just as Rock rises up again, both hands on hilt holding the rather short sword (for his size), two skeletal warriors charge screeching at him. The fight soon has engulfed the entire courtyard, with numerous fallen guards and scattered bones around, though many more standing and battling it out. Of those who stand, it must be said, the dead have more than the living and the situation seems to become worse by the minute as there are still boulders slamming into the prison all around. A good distance away behind a group of combatants, the jailer with his red tabard has fallen, still visible through the mud and dark. As far as you know, he has the keys to your shackles. But before you could manage that, two eagerly screeching and swinging skeleton warriors approach Sayadar, Cren and Alenia, their hollow skulls and frail bodies giving a fearful appearance nontheless with their rusty blades.

 

---

 

Caleth Doven:

 

You have been in prison for just a week and trouble keeps following you. Awoken by shouts just outside your window in the courtyard, then to be baffled by the unexpected chunk of stone crashing through the wall opening your very cell to the courtyard. If you wanted fresh air, now you got it. The scenery beyond is less to your preference. A battle between the prison guards and what seemed to be... skeletons. Just as you are about to grasp your senses, the boulder which smashed your wall breaks apart and a skeletal warrior jumps out, screeching at you, swinging his rusty knife... to be, lucky you, interrupted by a guardsmen forcing his spear through its ribcage, scattering its fragile body. The guard glances at your briefly, before turning back to another set of skeletons charging out at him. There you are. Unshackled, in the courtyard of the prison pretty much, between you and running away... a closed reinforced gate, prison guards, skeleton warriors and a battle. The closest you have come to escape this prison in this week ever since. A chance, may say?

[MTVSHBG 10]

Cren begin fighting against one of the skeletons, using the spear more like a staff, as stabbing bone is about as useful as punching stone. Cren would shout out to the others as the fighting continued. "We need to make it to the Jailor! Stay together, otherwise I doubt any of us will make it there!"

[EndCallCaesar 484]

*Sayadar's sword is gripped with both hands, he gives a concerned but squinted look towards the creatures whom he is faced with alongside Cren and Alenia as he picks up a Gardoar blade. It's at this moment, while Cren begins to attack one skeleton, that Sayadar charges at the other skeleton with his blade aiming to slash at the spine beneath their ribcages. His momentum would suggest that whether or not he lands a blow, he will continue running in the direction of the fallen Jailor. He grins for but a moment and says to the others*

"Looks like freedom will be comin' earlier than expected..."

[justDEWit 133]

Rock grunted at the short size of the sword that he was holding, thinking it was too small to be used, he threw it aside. After that action, he charged at one of the skeletons, swinging his shackled, large, rock arms at it, most likely throwing aside it's fragile figure.

Edited July 6, 2016 by The Grey Jedi

[AndrewTech 3332]

Alenia would nimbly lunge forth in an attempt to come to Cren's aid, seeing that his spear is hardly a weapon to be used against skeletal creatures. She tries despirately to remember what her father had taught her as a young girl about self defense...

 

She attempts to slash out with her sword in much the same manner as Sayadar, aiming for the spine of the skeleton, hoping to sever its upper from its lower half. However, she does so in a diagonal manner from its waist to its shoulders, in hopes that her adrenaline will add to the weight of her blade and do more damage to the creature. If her attack were to fail, she'd likely stumble backwards to regather her footing. Either way, she'd reply,

 

"I a-agree!" She replies to Cren, preparing to advance with him if he so chooses after the outcome of their attack. "Let's s-stay together!" She addresses both Cren and Rocky. 

 

To Sayadar, as she sees him making a mad dash for the warden's body, she cries out, "Get the w-warden's k-keychain! Once we get these shackles off, w-we can make a dash for the g-gates!"

[SteelMarshall 190]

Osferth's mind was preoccupied with stewing over his grim future. First, he thought, he would spend the night in whatever dingy, gloomy cell these guards were leading him too. Then, at the crack of dawn, he would be forced to perform backbreaking labor, which would likely continue throughout the day, punctuated by paltry meals and the occasional prison brawl. This would last for several weeks, give or take a few days, until he was inevitably marched out of the prison and promptly sent to the gallows. The rugged dwarf's face soured, though his glum visage withered into a rictus of terrified surprise as the first boulder came hurtling down.

 

Undead?! Well, the Wayfarer certainly hadn't seen that coming. He stumbled backwards as the guards rushed forward, simply too stunned to react. Then he felt adrenaline begin to surge through him, as his survival instincts kicked into high gear. He was still shackled, but hopefully it would only be a matter of time before he got them off. But what then?

 

Osferth's flinty eyes scoured the impromptu skirmish. Several of his fellow prisoners were fighting alongside the guards. Sensible, Osferth thought, for he truly doubted that the unliving would distinguish between guard and inmate. No, if the skeletal fiends won then they would massacre every living thing in sight. But what if the guards were the victors? 

 

Osferth doubted that a charge as severe as his would be commuted, even if he was judged to have fought valiantly alongside the prison guard. Which meant that he had to slip away during the ensuing battle... But how? Suddenly, with a flash of realization, the dwarf understood what he had to do. A pack of wolves, he reasoned, would easily take down a lone ox; But when surrounded by a herd of its brethren, the ox could ignore even the most savage of predators. Osferth had to be like that ox, and disappear into the herd; a herd that would be created when he released as many of the inmates as he could.

 

It was a ridiculous idea, bordering on insanity; but everything that had transpired in the last few days had felt like insanity to the dwarf, which meant that this might just work. His plan was dangerous in its simplicity; instead of making for the exit, he would instead go deeper into the prison. Once there, he would turn loose as many of the trapped inmates as he could. Hopefully their sheer numbers would be more than enough to break through to the prison gates, and the chaos that the ragtag band of criminals caused would hopefully be distracting enough so that Osferth could slip away unnoticed. All he needed was a pair of keys, or a hammer, or even a large stone, anything that he could use to break open the cell's metal padlocks. He searched frantically, still manacled, for such an object, for he hoped it would prove to be his salvation.