"I know of a secret passage into the castle. The local congregation has been using it to rescue captives from the dungeons. It would take you into the castle and you may be able to leave through there." He suggested. "Of course, you'd have to move through town..."
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STATUS: If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire." 8 yrs ago
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If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
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This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
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"If they're already chasing you, it won't be so simple friend... they'll know you if you try to leave on the morrow. Guards posted at all gates out of town." He scratched his chin slightly and seemed to think slightly. "...there might be a way out through the castle. It sits on the border of the town wall... maybe you could use that."
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"Ahh... the black ichor." The stranger nodded in understanding. "If anyone can end the pollution of that ichor it would be of great benefit... the king became far stricter since it appeared. Curfew every night, anyone found outside who isn't one of the guards is jailed an executed. Outsiders too." He explained, drumming his fingers on his knees slightly. "There's no way out by the town exits. The wall is lined with crossbowmen, i'm surprised you even got in." there was a certain gravelly nature to his voice that sounded painful.
"Always happy to help a fellow outsider." The man raised a hand and shook it, it too was wrapped up tightly in bandages, shuffling further into the room and taking a seat upon a small stool, stoking up the fire in a small furnace, bathing the small shack in a warm orange glow and warm. "If you're staying, you might as well tell me what you're doing here."
The figure ushered him indoors, through a rickety wooden door and into a dimly lit hut. He closed the door behind them as the clanking noises of the guards came and went... Quiet soon resumed. The figure hooked up his ornate iron lantern on the wall and breathed a sigh of relief, turning to Eldarin. The figure was... Particularly drab looking. He was hunched over slightly, dressed head to toe in a drab scarlet cloak, the hood up. What he could see beneath the cloak was mostly bandaged up, concealing whatever was beneath. His face was dark and covered up, orange eyes glowing beneath the wrappings and a mouth with sharp little teeth to boot.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He queried grimly.
"You're not from around here, are you?" He queried grimly.
"There! He's headed right!" Eldarin heard a guard call out behind him as the group continued after him. He was starting to put distance between them as the poorer side of town wound around and the path twisted in places. As he was passing by a run down shack, a light shone in the darkness from a lantern. He saw a cloaked figure extending a hand, beckoning him over.
"Quick friend, into the darkness, I will hide you." He spoke.
"Quick friend, into the darkness, I will hide you." He spoke.
Eldarin ran down the main street, past a tavern and some homes with dimly lit windows, the guards following behind as their footsteps made wet slapping sounds in the mud. As he ran, he could see a t junction up ahead. There was a left and right street he could continue running down. To the left was a more prosperous looking district with newer houses and lit lamps. The other way was a little more ramshackle and slum like in nature, dark corners creeping up.
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Pazice's face scrunched up slightly as they battled, having to use the flat of her weapon to block the quick strikes, Ven's superior strength slowly pushing her back. She didn't dare try to block his stabs, so instead opted to dodge to the left of his attack and move backward quickly, swapping her weapon's mode again and firing off another brass sound cannonball.
Pazice's face scrunched up slightly as they battled, having to use the flat of her weapon to block the quick strikes, Ven's superior strength slowly pushing her back. She didn't dare try to block his stabs, so instead opted to dodge to the left of his attack and move backward quickly, swapping her weapon's mode again and firing off another brass sound cannonball.
"Sir Bronwick!" the guards gave a salute to the pale blue knight. "Thank goodness you have returned, the king will want to see you immediately." he said quickly before his helmeted gaze turned to Eldarin. "But this one, he must be taken to the dungeons."
"Pray tell, why? He has done nothing wrong. He is a staunch ally." Bronwick assured the men.
"It has been decreed by the king. All outsiders are to be jailed and executed before they may cause harm." the guard continued to explain, his two partners keeping their eyes on Eldarin.
"Preposterous." Bronwick replied, the grip on his blade becoming firmer. "Has the king lost his mind? Outsiders are not of concern."
"We do not make the rules, Bronwick. Your friend must be escorted to the dungeons, there is no argument over this." One of the guards seemed firm as his allies began to move on him... only for Bronwick to intercept them with a strike of his blade as all three guards blocked him.
"Go! Flee! Find refuge!" Bronwick shouted back at him as one of the guards pulled out a whistle. From the further streets, he could see more guards on their way, numbering at least seven.
"Pray tell, why? He has done nothing wrong. He is a staunch ally." Bronwick assured the men.
"It has been decreed by the king. All outsiders are to be jailed and executed before they may cause harm." the guard continued to explain, his two partners keeping their eyes on Eldarin.
"Preposterous." Bronwick replied, the grip on his blade becoming firmer. "Has the king lost his mind? Outsiders are not of concern."
"We do not make the rules, Bronwick. Your friend must be escorted to the dungeons, there is no argument over this." One of the guards seemed firm as his allies began to move on him... only for Bronwick to intercept them with a strike of his blade as all three guards blocked him.
"Go! Flee! Find refuge!" Bronwick shouted back at him as one of the guards pulled out a whistle. From the further streets, he could see more guards on their way, numbering at least seven.
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