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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: July 4th 2014, 07:02 PM by spartan1314


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Sigrid's eyes flickered as the drips of water fell through the cracks of the stoned ceiling. The hands of a brawler was in front of her. Bruises on her knuckles were seen, while her palms shown signs of calyses. Her eyes trailed away from her hands as she saw, Three guards walk in front of her cell. A man with armor like a knight caught attention, but the only view she saw was his backside, And saying the view being pleasant was debatable. Words were exchanged between the prisoner, and the guard. Their words turned into whispers, causing Sigridr to tune out the conversation.

Her attention went towards her nose, when she felt the warm liquid dripping from her nostrils. Damn... again... she thought as she held her head up. Whatever happened to her earlier, couldn't phase her memory. That was until the memory began running back. The subtle growl on her face turned into a subtle smirk, when she brought her head back down. Her hands guided towards her knees as she forced herself to stand. The Iron bars up front were the only things separating the two nords. Sigridr's auburn eyes met Gwen's as her smirk stayed on her face.

"Look who's up?" she said as her hands gripped the Rust Iron bars.


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Daniel was across from the two women. How he got here was pretty simple. You accidentally catch an inn on fire, and the world goes crazy. Sure he almost killed the cat, but he didn't. And that's what mattered. His beautiful steel armor and boots. Along with his Steel sword. The only three things he had left, besides his magic, were gone. He now lay in a small cell as the guards walked away.

"Let me out please. I didn't kill nobody!" He said as they ignored him as they talked about the bandits.

"You are having trouble with Bandits? And you throw me in jail for a small fire? Damn."

He saw the whole ordeal. Damn those idiotic guards, he thought, they could have let all of them tackle the bandits together, but no. Send one woman to do it.

"Well, I guess back to sleep I go. Nighty night!" He said as he went down on his bedroll.
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Venaysa looked up from her thoughts, apparently someone was complaining about a fire and how he hadn't murdered someone. "Keep saying that...they don't listen...ever" she commented with a quiet and somewhat threatening tone. Three murders and a single case of manslaughter were her crimes, leading her to this godforsaken place...the Anvil dungeons.

Multiple scars and cuts could be seen across the skin of the Redoran Dunmer, all a reminder of her past actions. As to be expected her eyes were crimson. "I never killed anyone either...and here I am..." she added with some sarcasm, only people who were convicted of such actions were sent to places such as this, to rot and perhaps die. Though, upon listening to the guards in the Nord woman's cell a faintest glimmer of freedom could perhaps be gained from complying with the city guards.


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Gwen walked out of her cell, and the two guards outside it immediate were at either side of her. She snorted, knowing that even though they were both taller than her he could take them both.

She took in her surroundings. Deep and dark was this part of the dungeons. The deepest, reserved for the worst criminals. She smirked.

"Glad I got to join you all down here, but I do believe I'm leaving." She glanced at one of the other female prisoners, who called to her. "Yes, I'm up and out, and your stuck. Too bad." She winked at her.

"So Captain, how many guards do you have to attack this "bandit clan" of yours?"

Noral, who was waiting at the stairs up, looked at her coldly. "Twenty."

Gwen stopped walking, and then started laughing. She laughed so hard she fell to her knees and pounded the floor.

Noral looked surprised, then angry. "Are you laughing at my men and I?"

Gwen took a few seconds to calm down, then replied. "No, I'm laughing at how you plan to take on a full bandit clan with these milk drinkers." She motioned to her two guards, who said nothing.

Noral straightened. "My men are excellent fighters and can rout bandit scum easily."

"Oh really?" Gwen asked. She jumped into a crouch, kicking out one leg and hitting the guard to her right in the stomach. As he bent over in pain, she grabbed his head and flipped him over on the floor. She knocked aside the arm of the second guard, who had reached for her. Her fist hit him in the chest, and he stumbled backwards. She lept into the air with both feet, kicking his chest and sending him flying. She hit the floor, sprang back up, and placed her foot over the first guards throat right as he was about to get up.

"They can't handle me without a weapon, how would they handle bandits with good steel? She took her foot off the guards throat and crossed her arms.

Noral looked angry, but it was hard to tell. "Fine. You've proven your point. What of it? There is not much else I can do!"

Gwen laughed. "The answer is right here, all around us!" She said.

Noral stomped his foot. "Stop your games. What are you getting at?"

Gwen grinned, the type of grin she wore before a crazy idea passed her lips. "Why, my fellow prisoners will gladly fight for you! For their freedom of course."


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"Yes, thanks the divines someone is making sense in this damned prison. So how bout it Captain? After she beat your men so badly, I wouldn't refuse, otherwise you're next!" Daniel said in a rather sarcastic tone before laughing. He expected retaliation and was waiting for it, before he stalled.

He looked at the woman, "Why hello M'lady my name is Daniel Endante, Battlemage at your service!" He said in his most chivalrous tone. "If I could I would love to help you with this most wonderful of adventures."

He hoped this worked he hated prison, and hated sleeping in it more. Sometimes when something dripped on him while sleeping, he couldn't tell if it were water, or something else...

"So what do you say?"


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"So you decide to leave me here with the Narcoleptic breton..." she said with a smirk. Sigridr's eyes followed Gwen, the nord escorted by the guards. Her subtle smirk turned to an ear to ear grin as she heard the nord continue to prove a point. The entertainment ahead caused Sigridr's emotions to rise. A fight ahead, or was it a fight? Sure the woman was throwing her fist at the guard's, but they hardly put up a fight at all.

Wonder how they would have done with bandits... oh that would be a sight to see. she thought while moaning and groaning, came from the two humiliated guards. It help Sigridr keep the smile on her face.

Her hands gripped the bars, as her head pressed against them. "The woman has a point you know... You could use a few extra hands... " she said grinning at the captain. She waited for the Cap to give her eye contact before letting her left hand out the prison's bars. A loud, sharp whistle came from her tongue as she gestured one of the guards to free her.

"The sooner you let us out, the sooner we can help..." The impatience was now heard through her voice.


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A subtle grin was etched across Venaysa's face, she found it humours how apparently 'trained' guards could be beaten so easily by someone without a weapon. "I hadn't a clue that the guards here were such push overs..." she mumbled in a quite happy tone, their suffering adding to the joy. Though of course this joy was made even greater when the Nord prisoner that had been released had said that her fellow prisoners could help, perhaps freedom was closer than ever thought possible.

Standing up, Venaysa walked to the front her cell, careful to avoid the dilapidated wooden stool that was present in her room...that had been broken by herself, and gripped the iron bars that made the front of her cell. Had she not been under the atronach she would have immolated the guards by now..

"Yes, perhaps with these...'well trained' guards at your disposal...it should be best if we prisoners go...I mean, we are just prisoners that are hated by the city, I am sure that the citizens wont give a damn if we die" She said in a low fairly threatening voice, such talks of violence always managed to bring her sadistic streak out.


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Latis stood up and walked over to the bars of his cell. He had been in this jail for about a week, after swindling a noble out of a very expensive sword. The noble had sent men after Latis to get the sword back, and Latis had fought them. He had killed two of them before a third snuck up behind him and knocked him out. He had woken up in jail.

"Not only the sooner you let us out, the sooner we can help, but the sooner we could die," Latis said. "Of course, I will expect a weapon in return, from the caravan. I'd assume the others would as well. Then, you can have your men train with their superior weapons. They should probably start with basic skills."

Latis waited for one of the guards to come and let him out of his cell. He pulled the wooden stool over and sat down. He couldn't wait until he finished this. Then, he would return to Gilane, his merchant group, and his family. He wondered if his daughter had been found yet, once she was found, then Latis could free her.


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Gwen crossed her arms and glared at the Captain. He seemed angry, yet resigned.

"Fine. I'll let all of them go to help us. But how am I certain that none of you will turn on us the moment we hit the bandit lair?"

She shrugged. "You have my word I won't turn. I could use some new steel. Mine old axe is iron, and been used far too many times."
She turned and looked at each of the other prisoners in turn. "And any who try to turn on you will have me to deal with." She glared, then smiled sweetly at the other prisoners. "But of course that won't happen, right everyone?"


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"You have my word M'lady! I shall strike fear into the hearts of those damned bandits, and show no fear in return!" Daniel said. He obviously wanted some equipment in return but didn't openly state it.

He looked around the cells at his now brothers and sisters in arms. In normal circumstances you would not ever see a group of people of such difference all together at once. And he felt more secured by this, he found his fellow prisoners as natural fits for the job and was excited to get this job done.

"Now Captain, I trust you kept my armor in good condition, I don't want to catch anything else on fire..." Julian said, looking at one of the guards who had received a beating.


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"Yeah...sure..." Venaysa said with a bored voice, such talks of loyalty were a bore to her, she much preferred to just set things or peoeple on fire. She was sure the other prisoners would likely try to break their word and run off, perhaps that would eventually be the best idea, rather that than be thrown back in here.

Glancing at the other prisoners that had yet to speak, she waited to see exactly what they said to the guard and Nord woman that had been released, though by the sounds of it...the Nord woman was also some form of threat should the others try to escape.


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"As long as you hold up your end of the bargain, I won't harm any of your men," Latis said. "I want my freedom, and my weapon." Latis stood up, kicking his stool back towards his bed roll. "So, why don't you send some of your guards to go get our stuff, which better be in good repair, and release us? The sooner we get started, the sooner we are free."


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Gwens comments kept giving hope for Sigridr to be free of this wretched dungeon. Her eyes traveled towards the guard, and her apparent savior. "I understand your circumstances to be feel... uneasy at the situation, but you have my word." She let her hands off the rusty, iron bars. To mock a quick oath. " The prisoners of Anvil, are at your arms Captain!" she said, before placing her hands back to her position.

" I am easy... all I request is my belongings." Her words felt soothing towards herself.


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