Post by Youko on Apr 12, 2010 21:42:49 GMT -8
[This is the first sample application, Orimis will post another one at a later date.]
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The darkness was setting in, the area surrounding the prisoners completely silent save the crickets brave enough to sing.
It was tomorrow. The mass execution.
Intruders had been found trying to free the captured warrior and had been captured themselves. He had told them to go without him, save their own lives while they could. The warrior now sat amongst his would be saviors as they silently thought about their lives before now. He had to save them somehow. He had done wrong, but there was no reason for them to be punished along with him. The last thing he wanted was for them to suffer as he had, for their families to anguish over their deaths. He no longer had family or loved ones to worry about him; he was a rouge warrior that had somehow found himself in charge of a small army of rebels willing to sacrifice themselves for one such as him.
Fiery amber pools stared at the heavy chains about his wrists and ankles. He couldn't do anything while chained like this. His gaze shifted to the door as the patrol guard passed for the eighth time that evening, his armor clanking noisily as he walked, the warrior could almost hear the keys clashing at his side, taunting those locked away. After a moment of thought, he moved, the chains jingling together softly, only making the slightest noise. It had caught one of the other's attention.
Eyebrows rose questioningly, though it was hard to see due to the lack of light in the cell. The warrior was slightly surprised that none of the others blamed him in the least. They all seemed to accept their fate. Without hesitation he lifted his arms displaying the shackles at his wrists. The rebel seemed to understand, for he nodded and quietly got to his feet. It was then the warrior noticed that he was the only one actually chained. It seemed as if Latharious, the King, didn't see them a much of a threat.
A soft murmuring filled the small room as rebels began planning on how to get their leader free, so that maybe he could find a way out of this.
"Quiet in there!" yelled the guard distastefully. All went obediently silent.
The warrior shook his head in an attempt to get sandy strands out of his eyes, but found that the stiffened crimson stained locks refused to so much as budge. He sighed softly in annoyance before turning his amber gaze back to the rebels to see what they were up to.
He tilted his head to the side curiously as one rebel groaned as if he were in serious pain, and another, a blond, began yelling frantically. The warrior knew it was all an act.
"Guard! Guard something's wrong with him! Something's wrong with Roger!" The rebel cried in a distressed manner.
The guard approached the door of the cell and peered in "Shut up! Yer all gonna die tamorrow anyways." He stated glaring at the two, when Roger let out a very loud groan.
"Isn't it true," the warrior began in a clear, almost mocking voice "that if one of us dies before hand, it'll be you who pays for it?" he asked, amber eyes narrowed slightly.
The guard sputtered slightly before he fumbled for the keys at his side, but paused as if he were afraid of the warrior, but soon unlocked the door of the cell so that he could reach the 'injured' man.
As soon as the cell door was opened, the rebels attacked, leaving the guard unconscious without alerting anyone of the escape.
Quickly, the rebel that had been yelling out at the guard approached the warrior, slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for that, sir" he said as he unlocked the shackles with the stolen keys.
"Please don't call me sir, it's my fault you're all here in the first place," the warrior replied rubbing his wrists.
"No it's not, si-"
"Raphael" the warrior corrected.
"Raphael then," the blond said calmly "it's not your fault, we all chose to come and get you out of here knowing full well what might happen."
"What's you're name?" Raphael asked as he got to his feet, still rubbing his wrists.
"Er...it's James, sir" the rebel said resisting the urge to salute the other.
Raphael merely nodded, not even bothering to correct the other this time. "Lets get the hell out of here." he said looking the other rebels over before leading the way out of the cell, making sure to pick up the guard's sword and daggers on the way.
Now it was a matter of getting out before the break out was noticed.
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The darkness was setting in, the area surrounding the prisoners completely silent save the crickets brave enough to sing.
It was tomorrow. The mass execution.
Intruders had been found trying to free the captured warrior and had been captured themselves. He had told them to go without him, save their own lives while they could. The warrior now sat amongst his would be saviors as they silently thought about their lives before now. He had to save them somehow. He had done wrong, but there was no reason for them to be punished along with him. The last thing he wanted was for them to suffer as he had, for their families to anguish over their deaths. He no longer had family or loved ones to worry about him; he was a rouge warrior that had somehow found himself in charge of a small army of rebels willing to sacrifice themselves for one such as him.
Fiery amber pools stared at the heavy chains about his wrists and ankles. He couldn't do anything while chained like this. His gaze shifted to the door as the patrol guard passed for the eighth time that evening, his armor clanking noisily as he walked, the warrior could almost hear the keys clashing at his side, taunting those locked away. After a moment of thought, he moved, the chains jingling together softly, only making the slightest noise. It had caught one of the other's attention.
Eyebrows rose questioningly, though it was hard to see due to the lack of light in the cell. The warrior was slightly surprised that none of the others blamed him in the least. They all seemed to accept their fate. Without hesitation he lifted his arms displaying the shackles at his wrists. The rebel seemed to understand, for he nodded and quietly got to his feet. It was then the warrior noticed that he was the only one actually chained. It seemed as if Latharious, the King, didn't see them a much of a threat.
A soft murmuring filled the small room as rebels began planning on how to get their leader free, so that maybe he could find a way out of this.
"Quiet in there!" yelled the guard distastefully. All went obediently silent.
The warrior shook his head in an attempt to get sandy strands out of his eyes, but found that the stiffened crimson stained locks refused to so much as budge. He sighed softly in annoyance before turning his amber gaze back to the rebels to see what they were up to.
He tilted his head to the side curiously as one rebel groaned as if he were in serious pain, and another, a blond, began yelling frantically. The warrior knew it was all an act.
"Guard! Guard something's wrong with him! Something's wrong with Roger!" The rebel cried in a distressed manner.
The guard approached the door of the cell and peered in "Shut up! Yer all gonna die tamorrow anyways." He stated glaring at the two, when Roger let out a very loud groan.
"Isn't it true," the warrior began in a clear, almost mocking voice "that if one of us dies before hand, it'll be you who pays for it?" he asked, amber eyes narrowed slightly.
The guard sputtered slightly before he fumbled for the keys at his side, but paused as if he were afraid of the warrior, but soon unlocked the door of the cell so that he could reach the 'injured' man.
As soon as the cell door was opened, the rebels attacked, leaving the guard unconscious without alerting anyone of the escape.
Quickly, the rebel that had been yelling out at the guard approached the warrior, slowly, a small smile playing on his lips. "Thanks for that, sir" he said as he unlocked the shackles with the stolen keys.
"Please don't call me sir, it's my fault you're all here in the first place," the warrior replied rubbing his wrists.
"No it's not, si-"
"Raphael" the warrior corrected.
"Raphael then," the blond said calmly "it's not your fault, we all chose to come and get you out of here knowing full well what might happen."
"What's you're name?" Raphael asked as he got to his feet, still rubbing his wrists.
"Er...it's James, sir" the rebel said resisting the urge to salute the other.
Raphael merely nodded, not even bothering to correct the other this time. "Lets get the hell out of here." he said looking the other rebels over before leading the way out of the cell, making sure to pick up the guard's sword and daggers on the way.
Now it was a matter of getting out before the break out was noticed.