Gregorii had a plan, it was not a wise one, it would most certainly land the two in a jail cell, but if he truly wanted to stay out of trouble, he'd leave the poor girl to live a life of rape and torture, he'd sooner die than let that happen, he spotted a dwarf in a rich tunic, who was fervently trying to fit a wheel on a wagon, which had been filled to the brim with "Cure-Alls", the Wagon had a sign which said "Oakbeard's Outfitting and Cure-All's", it was clear he was a travelling salesman, he grimaced at the sight, the dwarf was a scammer, the Cure-All's were more like Cure-Nothing's, he profited off of the dying, like a vulture, Gregorii would not lose sight over what he would do to the Dwarf.

"You see that midget over there?" he stopped rushing to Slavers Square, and raised a finger at the Scammer, "Let's take his shit, we'll use his wagon to rescue the slave and run off, we'll be too fast to be stopped" he schemed, Culmith looked back at him, with a worried face, his face changed as he considered the idea "hm..Risky, But a good idea nonetheless. Let's do it, once we get away with the horses, perhaps we should lose the wagon. it'll slow us down" he accepted, to which Gregorii nodded, Gregorii walked up to the Dwarf, without saying a word he grabbed the wheel from the dwarf, and shoved it in the Wagon, fixing it easily, the Dwarf bowed and tipped as his hat, "Why thank you kind sir!" he thanked, completely oblivious to his fate. Meanwhile Culmith watched for guards, spotting two walking towards them, with urgency he looked towards Gregorii, pointing to the guards and mouthing the words "Gregorii, Two guards, If we're going to do this we need to hurry up".

Gregorii nodded to Culmith, adrenaline was rushing through his veins, if he was caught he would be screwed, but he was fighting for a good cause. He turned back to the Dwarf "Your welcome" he replied, as he suddenly shoved the dwarf, causing him to fall face first into a conveniently placed pile of manure, He immediately hopped on the wagon, waving at Culmith to get on, who hopped on beside him, Gregorii whipped the horses, causing them to suddenly break into a sprint, the crowd divided like a sea in front of them, the wind was flowing through Gregorii's hair, the guards ran to catch up, but faded from view, The wagon turned quickly through a less crowded Street, Though Gregorii was terrified, the hint of a smile appeared on his face, youth came rushing back into his veins, he felt young once again, Culmith whooped, filled with excitement at their heist, "Let's go rescue our Damsel!" he yelled and laughed heartily after, Gregorii couldn't help but smile, he knew that him and Culmith would be good friends, and it seemed that Culmith shared the same sentiment. With the wind rushing throughout their hair, they raced towards Slaver's Square, to go save a slave.

Culmith chased after his friend. "Gregorii! Perhaps we should formulate a plan of some sorts? At least so we do not underestimate our enemies in Slaver's Square?" Gregorii quickly called over his shoulder. "I was thinking we'd just beat the shit out of him." However, Gregorii realized that he would need a decent plan to be successful. "You’re right, I got two ideas, I'll fight him and you take the woman and run, or we simply buy her." He wanted the first plan a bit more, simply because he was rather low on money at the moment. He would also consider any ideas Culmith produced.

The Wagon surged forward, towards the mass of goblin's and scumbags, Gregorii gets up, Mop in hand, he leaps forward at one of the slaver scum, landing the mop on his skull with a audible crack, Adrenaline pumping throughout his vein's, he joins in the chaos unfolding, fighting for the poor oppressed goblin slaves, meanwhile Culmith raised his bow, aiming at a armored dwarf scumbag, he sent the arrow flying through the air, but it flew off of the midget slaver's armor, "Watch 'yer aim boy!" he called out, completely oblivious to the fact that Culmith was trying to kill him, Culmith growled "I was aiming for you weasel", but the slaver was too caught in combat to hear him. The drums of adrenaline beat in Gregorii's ears, pounding into his skull, the world around him turned blood red as he swung his mop wildly at a slaver, a youthful rage flared up in him, and soon he was lost in a frenzy.

A Group of poor little oppressed Goblins ran towards the wagon, ripping and tearing into it, grabbing whatever valuables they can, they either were unaware or didn't care about the help, the duo had gave them, Culmith raised his voice to the goblins ""Friends. You all deserve freedom, just like everyone here. The only way you can be truly free is peace, and you must stop fighting to pursue peace. So please, lay down your arms, and allow yourselves to be peaceful."" The goblins listened, deciding not to kill him, they looked to the horizon with a look of terror on their eyes, then ran off, leaving the wagon utterly ransacked and destroyed. In the distance, three members of the city watch riding on horseback drove in, running down the Goblins and sending them scattering off, Culmith ignored the goblins and attempted to turn the carriage around. "Gregorii! Hop on!" He then called to the guards. "His mind is addled. He is too old and needs to get home.", Gregorii swung his mop at another slaver, but upon a closer inspection, he realized that his "allies" had ran off, like a bunch of cowards, he heard Culmith's yell, he'd snarl at being called old and addled, but he had bigger things to worry about, he ran off to the wagon, hopping on it as the horses raced out.

The wind flew through Culmith's hair as he handed the reins to Gregorii, getting up to go see what was left, Gregorii sat on the wagon, frustration rippling through his face, he saw the poor little oppressed goblins ransack the wagon, like the ungrateful green shits they are, he began to wonder why he even bothered to save them, he was a fool for doing the right thing for the wrong people, the next time he'd see a goblin, he'd butcher them like the animals they were, he started to grind his teeth, he needed to take his mind off of the madness he had helped create, the wagon slowed to a stop, he got up and joined Culmith, searching through whatever they had left, then he spotted a fake health potion...but it looked too real to be fake, he cursed under his breath, his eyes widening, he picked up the Potion and gave it to Culmith wordlessly, waiting to see if the potion was real, waiting to see if Gregorii was a scumbag...

Culmith's wounds closed, he healed up and became filled with strength, the Potion was real, Gregorii's crimes too, Gregorii's stood, dumb folded at the pain he had caused, he liked to believe he was more than a scumbag, that the people he harmed deserved it, but none of that was true, he last person he suspected to be evil, was himself. Culmith looked down, ashamed. "I hate to say it Gregorii, but we're scum. We need to run."

"We. are. not. scum." Gregorii's gritted his teeth, the anger he tried to repress came back, "And leave her to die!" he suddenly snapped, ""Gregorii. We have stolen a wagon, as well as fought against men doing what is legal. Despite what we thought is right, we are still scum in their eyes. And they will realize that soon enough."" Culmith told Gregorii, who hated the word scum, there was a fine line between Scum and Criminals, one broke the law for their own selfish needs, the other just broke the law, Gregorii was a criminal, but he was not a scumbag. "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "We would have done all this for nothing!, NOTHING!" Culmith stroked his chin, placing a hand on his friend's shoulder to calm him down, "Ok, Gregorii. We will save the girl." he agreed with Gregorii, who nodded silently then sat back down, whipping the horses so the wagon will keep moving, "If we run!" Gregorii yelled "I'm sorry" he apologized, the anger in him dissipating, he like a little child he let his anger take hold of him, whenever he liked it or not, he was not a child anymore, the gods took that away from him. The guilt settled in Gregorii, his hands were bloody, he needed to rescue the girl, it was the only way to wash the blood on his hands.

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As the two companions entered the scene of the breakout, the square surged with chaos. Goblins were going mad, while a rather short man fought with a pack of the goblins, as they hissed and barked at him. The poor man did his best to keep them away with his dagger. Past him goblins scrambled out of a cage, as two slavers fended off goblins in a fighting pit. Gregorii smiled upon seeing the riot. He was glad to see them fight against this life. Even if they weren't the nicest, Gregorii believed they didn't deserve it. "Oi Culmith, wanna raise some hell?" Culmith grinned despite being shocked at this uprising. "Took the words right out of my mouth." Gregorii nodded, and smiled back.

Gregorii opened his eyes, seeing doubles of everything around him, he couldn't move, constrained by a wooden stockade, he grumbled as he looked across what was a cell, filled with a myriad of different races, he felt rage fill him, he couldn't stay here!, he could be in this cell for months, and the festival was tomorrow, his redemption was tomorrow, he had to find that girl, dozens has suffered in his crusade for freedom, he couldn't let their sacrifices go in vain, if he failed, than he would be nothing more than a scumbag.

He yelled loudly, he was angrier than he thought he was, he ripped out of the stockade, sending wood flying in a explosion of youth and rage, the inmates in the cell's all looked towards him, half-amazed and half-desperate for freedom, each one clamoring for Gregorii to free them, Gregorii tried to rip them out of the stockade's as well, but he found that the anger had left as quick as it came, with a shrug, he went to the entrance of the cell, which was a wooden door, with a fierce kick he sent the door flying off it's hinges, but groaned in anger as it was revealed that, behind the entrance door, was another door, a impenetrable gate of steel, he felt despair eat away at the anger he had, turning him back into a old fart.

He limped his way further into the dungeon, past even more cell's, with inmates banging and yelling for freedom, Gregorii was a key dangled in their faces, so close, but so far away. A Fierce dwarf who's face was covered in tattoo's pushed his way to the front of the cell, "You!, Son of Moradin!, Come hither, quick!" the dwarf yelled, "Son of who?.." Gregorii muttered with surprise in his voice, as the dwarf grabbed him and dragged him to the front of the cell, "I am of the Order of Valhammer, sworn axe to King Wrothiron himself! And you are but a trapped rat! Any hope you have in escape, lies with me!" the Dwarf shook him, Gregorii groaned and pushed off the dwarf, if anyone was a trapped rat, it certainly wasn't Gregorii, he found himself annoyed by this dwarf, the brief thought of ditching him appeared in his head, but Gregorii only had two fists, if he wanted to get out of this mess, he was going to need more fists, Gregorii attempts to bend the bar's, sweating in exhaustion, Through there!" Exclaimed the dark eyed dwarf. "Keep your wits about you, dwarf! Two guards and the dungeon master are beyond, torturing some poor soul! No doubt they will hold the keys to our freedom! Now go!" He pushed Gregorii backward, his strength nearly causing him to tumble down. "GO!" he yelled as Gregorii stumbled back, Gregorii nodded, he disliked this dwarf, but the dwarf helped him nevertheless, "I'll be back" he promised, Gregorii always paid his debts.

He walked further down the hallway, opening the door to a small room, inside he saw a old man standing with his back to him, cutting deeply into a man tied to a torture rack, Gregorii's face twisted with disgust, he knew that the law was corrupt here, but he didn't think they'd be this bad, he felt a sense of disappointment, the watch was meant to protect us, yet here they were, committing sadistic acts of torture, "The shadow comes for us all!" the man groaned in pain, Gregorii felt bad for the cultist as he plucked a set of keys from the old man, as silent as a mouse, "Where is the remnants of the cult located!" the old man yelled, absorbed with his interrogation, Gregorii took one look back as he left the room, filled with shame in what he saw, no one deserved torture, not even cultists.

He left the door, and looked to his left, he felt surprise run through him, seeing two guards suddenly come into view, "I tell you he came and plucked her right out of the cell- OI YOU!, HALT!" one of the guards pointed at him and yelled, Gregorii raised his fists, but groaned quickly in pain, he barely noticed the wounds that dug into him, bleeding from multiple wounds, he could not fight, he could only run. so he ran, until the guards came out of view, when he found a alcove, small and hard, but fit for a dwarf like himself, he snuggled in it, watching the guards quickly run past, he sighed in relief, if he was caught, he'd surely be dead. "Check the Alcoves!" a guard suddenly yelled, looking through all the alcoves. he scrambled to find a rock, every second he scrambled, the guards came closer and closer, he silently cursed, did he come this far, only to get thrown in jail again?.

But then he felt something in his hand, a rock!, he smiled as he threw it down the hallway, making a loud crack as it hit the ground, as if someone was running down the hallway, the guards turned and leaped towards it, like a pack of hungry dogs, Gregorii smiled and slipped out of the alcove, heading back to the dungeons.

Back in the chamber, the fierce dwarf clung to the bars, "Truly the gods are with you, but we must make haste! Onward! Let us leave this place!" he yelled as Gregorii unlocked the cages, every last one of them, after a couple minutes, the entire prison was freed, dozens upon dozens of now free Prisoners rushed to the gate, Gregorii shoved the key into the entrance gate, letting the prisoner's free, he couldn't help but smile, Gregorii fought for freedom, and now he had given it away like candy, the prisoner's swarmed a cabinet filled with their stuff, Gregorii pulled out his trusty mop, and whatever possessions he had left, unfortunately the guards threw away the bag of rats which Gregorii didn't blame them for doing, but his gold was gone also, he would scowl, but his victory had put a smile on his face, climbed to the top of the cabinet, standing above the prisoners.

"Aye lads!, there's a festival tomorrow, in a castle filled with gold and glory!, who wants to raid it with me?!" he yelled in a booming voice, though he had a ulterior motive, he decided the prisoner's would be easier persuaded with the promise of riches, the prisoner's roared in agreement, a halfling climbed on top of a desk, "We'll fill our pockets!" he yelled, a scarred elf added his voice to the chorus "You have my sword!" a tiefling with cut horns nodded, saying "and my bow" and finally, the fierce eyed dwarf raised a greataxe in the air, yelling "And my axe!"

The group yelled for gold and glory, the seeds of a new army had been sown today, Gregorii smiled, he swore he could see the sun rise from the horizon, the sun of a new nation.

The prisoner's burst open the door, inside was a office filled with the scream's of overpowered guards, a raving mob of prisoner's took a hold of a guard, shoving him to the ground and hitting him again and again and again, growing bloodier with every smack, Gregorii walked into the room, taking in a deep breath of air, he smiled, taking delight in the suffering of guards, they reaped what they sowed, and so they would die.

He searched the office, grabbing out a vial and downing it in one gulp, his cut's were mended, wounds healed, he felt uplifted as now, he wasn't on the verge of death. two prisoner's were coming to blows over a coin purse, Gregorii scowled, and ripped the coin bag from them, giving both of the prisoner's a equal share, if they wanted to get out alive, they had to work together, so far the prisoner's had done anything but that, they would all die.

"Oi, let's move it on lads!" hollered a dark-eyed dwarf, who was making his way up a staircase, Gregorii nodded and ran up, he was no fool, he had to run if he wanted to see the next day, the next room had another staircase, as well as a strange rune marking a door, "What does it say?" he asked the dwarf, who was already rushing up the next set of stairs. "The dead are buried here, best we move on" the dwarf said in a hushed tone, Gregorii merely nodded and ran up the stairs, he had a aching feeling that the room with the rune, was going to be filled to the brim by the end of the day.

"I'm Forad Oakchest by the way" Forad spoke breathlessly as he climbed the stairs, Gregorii muttered his name back, he was a man of few words, there was no point in using ten words when one would work. The Duo came across a room, a brazier split on the ground with coals everywhere, a robed man was strewn upon the ground, blood leaking from a hole in his head. Gregorii felt no pity for the man, Priests and Guard's, they were like rats, feasting off of the dead, taking what they want and killing those they hate, he wished he could call a exterminator for these kinds of pests too. "May your beard grow long Gregorii" Forad cast a peculiar eye upon him, the sounds and screams of combat laid ahead of them, as they hopped over the coals and advanced to the next room.

In the next room, a guard was wrestling over a mace with a prisoner, dead prisoner's were strewn upon the ground, that guard was strong, he might've made it to the next day had Gregorii not arrived. With a yell, Gregorii ripped the guard away from the prisoner, throwing him down the stairs to his bloody death, Oakchest pulled Gregorii to the next room, they only had so much time, the difference between life and death was a single mistake, being in the wrong place at the wrong time can make all the difference.

At last they came upon a landing, their was a door and another staircase, but beyond it lies a courtyard, a simple run to freedom, Gregorii peered out, but he noticed archer's and guards running across a wall, setting up a trap, setting up their deaths, If they went outside, they would die. that is that. Suddenly Forad walked up beside Gregorii, "We're dead if we go out their, send the other's out they'll serve as a distraction while we escape" breathed Forad, the word's falling from his mouth as if it was nothing, Gregorii glared at Forad, he was not going to betray his own, "We're a team, if anyone's a distraction it's you god-lover" he spat out, countless had died in his crusade for freedom, he was not going to add to that list anytime soon. "Out lads!, to freedom!" Forad swung open the door, causing the prisoner's to rush out to their deaths, Gregorii was filled with rage, pushing prisoner's away from the door, but it was no use, Forad had shoved the last nail into their coffin, they weren't a team, they were coffins with legs.

"YOU FUCKER!" Gregorii yelled, trying to grab Forad by the neck, Oakchest's face contorted with surprise, but Gregorii was filled with even more surprise, as Oakchest grabbed him back and threw him out the door, threw him into a early grave, he scrambled to get out, arrows flew through the air, butchering prisoner's by the dozens, the courtyard turned red with blood, he scrambled to get back in, calling out desperately for the other's to come back, but it was too late, they were either dead, or about to be, Gregorii promised he'd kill Oakchest for this, he was nothing but another rat, waiting to be exterminated.

He ran back up the stairs, shoving a nearby guard down the flight of stairs, sending him crashing down to his death, he came upon another door, leading outside to a wall, freedom was right in front of him, outside the wall's were houses, which he could easily jump onto, but he glanced to his left and spot Oakchest wrestling with a guard, Gregorii merely glared at Oakchest once, then got up on the wall to leave, No one would miss that god-lover, certainly not Gregorii. Suddenly a armed guard crashed into him, which Oakchest had pushed onto Gregorii, sending the two of them tumbling to the ground, He saw that damned God-lover, with a shit-eating grin on his face as he jumped onto the rooftops, yelling "Gods be with you Gregorii!" as he dashed out of sight, the god's certainly weren't with Gregorii, for the guard smashed in his head with a mace, beating him into unconsciousness once more, all his effort's slipped away, extinguishing like the sun snuffed out by the gods.