Formation of the Plan
"Ungh… urgh… what the hell happened?" Blades said, feeling the large bump on his head.
A roar echoed through the airship, waking the others. As they opened their eyes and looked around, they saw many adventurers tied up, sleeping soundly, but not without a few bumps and scratches.
"HOLY SH-" Inuart started, but was cut off by Gerardokill's silence spell.
An Orc guarding the adventurers opened an eye at the noise, saw nothing unusual, and closed it back up.
"Mmf, mfmfm!" Inuart grunted, pointing to his mouth.
"Right, sorry," Gerardokill said, lifting the spell.
"We need to get out of this," Blades said, reaching for his sword, failing to grasp it.
"Lucky the Orcs are stupid or they'd take away our weapons," Inuart said, pulling out a shuriken and cutting the ropes.
"Ok, we need to trick them into thinking we're still tied up. Gerardokill, melt a block of animal glue and keep a weak hold on the ropes. Inuart, use ninjutsu to turn invisible and untie the rest of the adventurers. Me and G will stay here," Blades whispered under his breath, hoping the Orc guard couldn't hear.
"Ok, lets get this plan rolling," Inuart and Gerardokill stated.
"Why must orcs smell so bad..." Blades wondered, watching the two of them start their parts of the plan.