Okay, I know it's been a long time since I updated, and I'm sorry. The word sorry takes care of everything, by the way, so you can't troll(no pun intended) me for not updating. Because that's how I roll. LIKE A BOSS.
Moving on...
The first thing that Daniel became aware of was his throbbing headache. Which, he supposed, was a given considering that he had been knocked out. Or, at least, that's what he assumed was what happened. He never had actually got knocked out before.
The next he became aware of was...voices. He was too woozy to tell what they were saying, but it sounded like an argument to him. Their voices also seemed to be gaining in volume.
Oh yeah, just gimme another friggin' migraine, why don't you? He thought.
After waiting for a few moments, Daniel slowly cracked an eye open. His vision was far too blurry to see anything, but he could tell that where ever he was, it was someplace dark. A few more moments, and he was able to see with relative clarity.
Not that there was much to see. In a way, of course, that much was good.
Daniel did a quick scan of the area. The room wasn't very big-he estimated around fifteen by fifteen feet or so. At the end of the room were cell bars running from the bottom of the room to the ceiling, which was about ten feet high. Beyond the bars was a closed wooden door as well as a table and a small side room. There was also a grid of metal bars a good height off of the floor, but not quite touching the ceiling.
Daniel's eyes widened a bit as he focused his gaze onto what he assumed was his gear laying on the table. Most of it, anyway-he was pretty sure he still had his leather pants and boots on.
Daniel then attempted to move his hands, only to find that they were bound together with what he assumed was rope. He attempted the same thing with his feet to find that he was also bound at the ankles.
He could tell that the voices were coming from the side room, but he still could not understand them.
Daniel soon realized, however, that it wasn't due to his wooziness-they were talking in a language other than common, and it didn't sound like any of the languages used by the races of the Alliance. Which left him with many possibilities, to be sure, but the most likely of them was also the least appealing.
Of course, that was that he had been captured by the Horde.
Daniel smiled to himself as he slowly reached down to the heel of his boot. He really hoped that they hadn't checked him for other weapons besides his rifle and axes. That would put a damper on his day, for sure.
His smile widened as he wiggled the knife out of his boot heel.
And that's why you always carry a knife.
He began to whittle away at the rope binding his feet together. His luck paid off, as he was able to cut the rope within a short period of time despite his hands being bound as well.
He then turned the knife around into an awkward-looking grip, attempting to cut the rope on his wrists.
It was a lot harder, probably due to the fact that he had nearly slit his own wrist once but he certainly wasn't going to give up just for a minor setback.
"I don't care what you think about him! It's obvious that he's a spy, and you're just suggesting that we let him leave without a scratch?"
"For dee last damn time, he is NOT a spy, mon! You heard what dee guards said, he was just hunting dat raptor! He wasn't even near dis place!" Katriana said angrily, attempting to drive some sense into the Forsaken standing before her.
"How do you know that him hunting that raptor wasn't just a cover for him to get close to Hammerfall?" The Forsaken replied in his normal, raspy voice.
"I just...do, okay, mon?"
"No, that's not okay. I am going to interrogate him. You cannot stop me."
Katriana hung her head as the Forsaken walked out of the side room and into the one with Daniel in it.
She knew that the human meant no harm, something told her that. Obviously, the Forsaken did not have
the same feelings as she did, and she didn't want the human to be tortured for what was just a simple mistake on his part.
Still, she couldn't help him. Well, at least not in any acceptable way. And with that, she sighed and left the building.
"Oh, look, the meat is awake."
The Forsaken smiled at the human who was staring at him, already scheming about what he would do to "extract" any information that the human might have in his head.
Oh yes, I am going to enjoy this. I am going to enjoy this a LOT, the Forsaken thought as he moved closer to the human.
"Before you start your little interrogation, I do have to thank you for two things." Daniel replied with what the Forsaken assumed was a fake smile.
"The first of which being the fact that you left my pants on. I guess that's a start, right?" He began.
"A start for what, meat?" The Forsaken replied, amused at the human.
"For sparing me the embarrassment of having them off once I escape."
The Forsaken couldn't help but smile at how pathetic he thought the human's words were.
"And the second thing you must thank me for?"
The human held his hands up in front of him, his already idiotic grin turning even more so.
"For using rope, and not iron."
The Forsaken only had a split second to think about what the "meat" meant before Daniel somehow managed to break the rope apart in the blink of an eye. He then stood up, grabbed the back of the Forsaken's head...and promptly smashed it into the wall next to him.
It didn't knock him out, and Daniel wondered it the Forsaken could even be knocked out, but Daniel promptly grabbed him by the collar of his armor and brought the former human's head down onto his knee-hard.
Daniel heard something crack as the Forsaken fell over backwards, clutching at its face.
The human decided to leave the thing alone, and made his way over to the table where his gear was laid
out.
After pulling on his chest armor, throwing the strapped rifle over his shoulder, and hooking his axes on to his belt, Daniel made a mad dash for the door that he had seen the troll leave through shortly after the Forsaken had walked in. He was a good distance away from it, however, when the door flew open on its own, and a female orc loomed in the doorway.
Daniel, however, didn't slow down. If anything, he just ran faster, trying to close the distance before she realized what was happening.
At about two feet away from her, Daniel jumped up, grabbed onto one of the bars above him, and quickly swung his feet into the orc's face, knocking her onto her back.
Daniel quickly ran over her, the remaining daylight blinding him for a moment before he regained his composure.
The sky had darkened even more, almost to the point where he thought it was night.
He had seen Hammerfall before from the outside, and knew that it was lined with a wall of spiked wooden logs, with guards near the entrance. He also knew that it wouldn't matter how fast he ran if he went out the main entrance-they guards would cut him down one way or another.
And so his only hope was that the building he was previously detained in was not near the entrance.
If it was, then he was screwed, which he did not deny.
Still, he had to try. Spotting a couple of crates stacked against the wooden wall a good distance away, he again made an all-out dash for it. The only problem was, someone was in the way.
Katriana was only about fifteen feet or so away from the building she had just left when Daniel came bursting out of the door, his feet colliding with the orc's face.
She barely even had time to react when the human came bolting towards her. She was wrong about the human. He had a bloodlust as deep as all of the others.
Instinctively, the hunter reached for the dagger on her belt. Daniel only had enough time to widen his eyes and throw up his hands before Katriana delivered a deep slash to his already wounded shoulder.
Daniel cringed and stopped his dash for the wall, grasping his shoulder with the other hand.
Katriana wanted to attack him again, but didn't have the chance to do so as he rolled underneath her arm.
She expected him to kill her. At the very least, attack her. But all she got was a soft whisper that reverberated in her ears.
"I wasn't trying...to hurt you."
She spun around, expecting to find death ready for her in one way or another. However, again she was wrong as all she was rewarded was a brief glimpse of Daniel's back as he finished his dash to the crates and promptly used them to hurl himself over the wall, all the while still holding his injured shoulder.
Katriana had understood his words, as she did know some Common, but she was still confused.
Though, apparently, she was right after all; he didn't wanted to kill her.
With blood pouring from his shoulder and his head still throbbing, Daniel hit the ground with a hard thump.
Part one of his escape plan was complete-escaping. Now for part two-more escaping.
Daniel still didn't know what had caused him to whisper into the troll's ear. The not killing her part, he could understand-he was pretty sure that she was arguing with the Forsaken to let him go(though he wasn't sure), and while she had attacked him, he understood that she was just acting on reflex. Still, what he did he didn't make perfect sense. He didn't even know if she had understood him.
Shoving the thoughts somewhere else into his brain for the time being, Daniel proceeded to run as fast as his legs could carry him towards the few trees that were near Hammerfall. He wondered what he would do when he got there; the Horde would probably track him and find him if he tried to hide, and there was no way he could outrun them if they were on mounts.
Congratulations, Dan, you managed to escape from your little prison only so you could be caught five
seconds later!
Daniel shook his head. No, he couldn't think like that.
Bad Dan.
He stopped and turned around as he reached a small grove of trees, hoping that he wouldn't see the Horde chasing him.
There were, unfortunately, several mounted guards at the gate that were facing him, almost like they were waiting for something.
Another mounted orc guard came out. Daniel guessed it was the leader as he had an elaborate metal helmet as well as armor, and it seemed that he was yelling orders to the others near him.
Just as they readied their weapons and prepared to chase him, a loud clap of thunder made Daniel jump a bit.
The leader of the guards said something that Daniel couldn't understand, but the others didn't seem too happy with it as they turned around and began to argue with their leader.
Not wanting to stick around and listen, Daniel resumed his dash towards Refugee Point.
Clearly, there was going to be a storm, which caused Daniel to wonder if that was what had caused the leader to call off the guards. Or, at least, Daniel assumed that was what he did. He didn't understand orcish.
After about a solid few minutes of running, Daniel was gasping for breath. He had no clue where he was, he had already begun to feel a light rain dropping onto his shoulders, he could hardly see what was in front of him, and the amount of blood draining from his shoulder was not helping him to find his bearings.
Sitting down against a nearby tree, Daniel quickly stripped out of his leather top. The wound was quite deep, and he knew that he probably wouldn't make it back to Refugee Point unless he re-bandaged it.
And I was too stupid to grab any more bandages.
Daniel looked down at the leather top that he had taken off. It was far too stiff to be used as a bandage, and the same could be said for his pants.
He sighed as a fresh gust of wind hit his bare chest.
Okay, there you go. Again, I apologize for not updating quickly. Sorry.
Yeah. That's pretty much it. See you.
