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The Price of Freedom (Open RP)


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(I am running another RP at the moment, so it may be hectic with two RP's and having to go about my normal business, but don't be afraid to join!)



Drip. Drip. Drip.
Gwen grunted, half asleep in a drunken stupor.
Drip. Drip. Drip. The water droplets fell, without ceasing, on her forehead.
Finally able to pull enough of herself into coherent awareness, she rolled to the left to get out from under the water. She hit a wall. Grunting, she rolled the other way, getting out from under the drops. She opened her eyes to look at a stone ceiling. The walls, which she had found earlier, were also stone. Her head pounded. She couldn't focus, and her vision was blurred. The faint light coming in hurt. She managed to sit up without vomiting, though every sense said she should.
She examined the room around her. Stone walls, stone ceiling. Dirt floor. A barred iron prison gate sat in the opposite wall.
Prison? Why was she here? Again.
The previous nights events came rushing back in bits and pieces. She remembered stopping at a city, one with an inn. A cheap one, with good ale. She remembered buying a room, and ordering multiple flagons of said ale. Then something about an Orc. Whatever he had done, it brought a pissed off feeling to her head. That made it hurt more. She stopped thinking about him. She vaguely remembered beating him in a drunken rage. Then fighting with guards, then nothing.
She flopped back down on the ground. "Wonderful, Gwen. Another little stay in prison."
She heard footsteps outside her cell, and a guard appeared on the other side of the bars.
"Awake I see," he said.
"No, I'm just sleeping with my eyes open," she replied sarcastically.
He chuckled, his face hid behind a helmet. "Well, you had some night, you did. Earned yourself a years stay in this prison, I deem it."
She screwed her face up. "A year?! What did I do?!"
"Injured quite a few guards after we tried to stop you hammering that Orc. No one dead, but Guard Captain Noral was furious. Speaking of which, he's coming to talk to you soon. See that your in shape to see him. I believe he said something about a deal to shorten your sentence."
That caught her attention. But before she could ask questions, the guard was gone, walking to check the other cells. She supposed a bit of rest was necessary, if she meant to be in shape. Whether to escape or fight, or something else, she did not know.
***
She woke up later to the sound of multiple footsteps coming towards her cell. She blinked sleep out of her eyes. Her headache had subsided enough for her to concentrate, and the nausea was gone, thank Akatosh.
The footsteps got closer and closer, until three figures stood outside her door. Two were just regular guards. The third, not so much. He wore steel armor, bright and shiny. He kept it well maintained. But the many scratches showed he knew how to use it. He had a shaved head and dark beard, holding his helmet under his arm. He had to stoop to enter her cell when one of the guards unlock her cell door. They remained outside, closing the door behind him. He was obviously the guard captain.
"On your feet prisoner." He said.
Gwen looked up at him. "I can talk just fine down here, thanks."
He shrugged. "You put quite a few of my men in the temple, getting heal by the priests. I should lop your head off for that. I'd do it myself."
Gwen shrugged, staring at him. Wasn't the first time she heard that threat.
"But after seeing how you fight drunk, I want to see how you fight sober. And I have a problem I need some help with."
Gwen, who had started to fiddle with a string on her prison rags, looked back to him. She sensed a deal when she heard one. "Who am I killing and why?"
Noral nodded. "A few days ago, a caravan carrying supplies that was headed here was ambushed. Now normally we would just pay a ransom for the people and let them have the supplies, as our city is well off. But, this caravan was loaded with some of the best weapons money can buy for my guards. They have old ones, and those won't do if i'm to protect this city. Help my men and I sneak in and recover the weapons, and your freedom is yours. I''l also give you pick of the weapons, to choose one, and only one, that you like to keep."
Gwen stood up and brushed her pants off. "I think that could be arranged."
Noral didn't quite smile, but a slight ease passed through his body. But she could tell, he did not lose his guard.
"My men will return your weapons and armor, then escort you to the city gates. My men and I will meet you there. Be ready. We will try to do this quietly, but nothing ever works as planned, does it."
This post was last modified: June 14th 2014, 08:06 PM by spartan1314


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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Stlen Ralys, known to some as Ghostwalker, Captain of The Granicus, Leader of The Waterblades, mercenary, and/or bounty hunter, followed the guard Captain Noral into the cells. He waited around the corner of the jail, while the Captain talked to the prisoner. He examined his black, ebony armor, with a black robe over it. On his waist, he had three sheaths. The one on the left held Hailstorm, an ebony sword. On the right was Blazefury, which was Hailstorm's twin. In the the middle of the two, right below Stlen's belly button, was a smaller sheath, which held a dagger. Stlen heard something about nothing going as planned and leaned against the wall. He waited for Captain Noral to come back out of the cell. He had been serving with him for quite some time now, hearing rumors that Haleya Vells was around the city of Anvil. For the past few months, he had been investigating those rumors, and there was a chance she was part of the bandit group that had ambushed the caravan. The bandit group was unusually strong, with somewhere between 28 and 34 men and women part of it.

Elrus Willowmire nodded at his relief as an Argonian walked towards him. "Ah-Shei," Elrus said to him. Ah-Shei was a fellow member of the mercenary group that Elrus was a part of, which was led by Stlen Ralys. The Waterblades was fairly new, having only been around for seven months. For three of those months, Elrus had been stationed at the Anvil city jail. Before that, he had been the Commander of a Waterblade camp, about four days ride from the city. The Waterblades had been contracted, since their start, to defend Anvil from invaders and keep order in the city, due to most of the city's guards being away at war. They were nearing the end of their second four month contract with the city, and Elrus was unsure if they would sign on again, at least without a decent pay raise. "Will you be taking my spot as jailer?" Ah-Shei nodded, "yes, that is why I am here, Commander," he said in his raspy voice to Elrus. Ah-Shei was equipped with some Dwarven Armor, and had an oak shield with a mace made out of Dwarven materials.

Elrus smiled, and reached into his Brigandine Armor and handed Ah-Shei a key. The key was to all of the cells in the jail, as well as to the prisoner belonging's chest. "Here you go," Elrus said. Ah-Shei took the key and sat down, "Captain Noral would also like you to get the prisoner's belongings." Elrus sighed, "alright, thank you Journeyman Ah-Shei," he said, walking away to where the prisoner's belongings were.

He arrived there and saw a Khajiit standing outside. He was a city guard. "Could you please open up the door?" Elrus asked. The Khajiit nodded and opened the door, then tossed Elrus the key. Elrus caught it and opened up the prisoner's chest. He then made sure that his Ash Bow was secure on his back, with the quiver of arrows next to it. On his waist, Elrus carried one Dwarven Sword and one Orichalic Sword. Hidden in his armor were numerous daggers, of various materials. Elrus finally tossed the key back to the Khajiit, picked up the chest with the prisoner's belongings in it, and started to carry it down to where Captain Noral and Stlen Ralys were.

((What city is this in?))
This post was last modified: June 12th 2014, 06:11 PM by Ri'Do'Ja


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(Shoot, lets say it's in Anvil in Cyrodill)
This post was last modified: June 12th 2014, 12:26 PM by spartan1314


Dromik- Large, muscular Nord, greatsword fighter, part-time mercenary.
Guinevere Löthbrok- Smaller Nord with a fast axe, sharp tongue and merciless nature.
Fälondreth- Quiet, quick Bosmer bowman, nomad, nature-lover.
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(Ignore tes Post.)
This post was last modified: July 4th 2014, 06:59 PM by Hobado


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Daniel had been following Captain Noral to the cell as he had talked to the prisoner. He caught on certain things as they talked. Especially the bandit part. He had seen Bandits a plenty as a Battlemage Sellsword, he was a Breton meaning he had a certain feel with magic in a way that made his Skills with the sword even more deadly. But as they talked he started to get a bit bored, and started thinking about his armor. It was a Steel Scale armor, with Steel cuffed boots. He carried a Steel Sword, and had no helmet. He had wanted gauntlets but had yet to get them.

By the time all these thoughts had concluded so to had the negotiations. He walked out the cell with the Captain, and saw Stlen. "Hello there Stlen." He said as he saw Elrus with the belongings chest.

"Here I will take that and deliver it if you don't mind." He said as he reached for the chest.


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