Escape!
A small, furry head poked out into the corridor, looked about, and was then followed by a small, furry body. Boo scurried along the wall of the dungeon, moving into the central guard post. On the table, the group's weapons and equipment lay, in the middle of it all, were Blade's lock picks. The problem, the first of many in fact, was getting up the table. Then he had to get the picks, which were roughly twice his size. After that, he had to get back down, back to the cell, and do it all without alerting the guards. They would no doubt squash him into hamster paste if they saw him.
He made his way to the table and was about to start his climb to the top when one of the guards approached, almost stepping on him.
"Hey, Pavel," He said. "Look at all this stuff, swords, daggers, herbs, a harp. Talk about a motley crew."
Boo ignored the human for the moment and began to climb the leg of the table. They hadn't noticed him yet, and he didn't mean for them to. He would deal with getting the picks when he reached the top. Everybody was counting on him and he wasn't about to let them down.
He finally reached the top of the table and poked his nose over the edge. The two were looking away and Elfsong's harp was nearby, this was his chance to start making his way to the picks. He scrambled over the edge and hid under the instrument.
"Well, Bim. We'd better go check the prisoners again. I'll take the east wing, you take the west."
Boo couldn't have wished for a better opportunity, the two guards walked in opposite directions, leaving him free to get the picks. Their backs were turned and they were starting to walk away. Go. He climbed on top of the harp case and looked around for the lock picks.
There they were, Boo scurried across the table, to his target, grabbed them with his front paws, and began to drag them backwards. When he reached the edge of the table, he pushed them of the table, it was a risk, but he wasn't going to be able to climb down with them. They landed with a soft thud but didn't seem to attract attention. He climbed down the table leg, retrieved his bounty, and began dragging them once more across the floor. He was almost back to the cell when he heard, "Hey, what do you think you're doing!" He began pulling even more fiercely on the picks, trying to close the distance and reach his destination before the guard got him.
Fortunately, the guard had to walk in front of his friends' cell. An arm shot out through the bars and grabbed him by the back of his tunic. The arm pulled him head first into the heavy metal bars, hard. The guard's head bounced against the bars and he slumped to the ground. As Boo entered the cell, Knight nodded to him.
He was scooped up by Elfsong and rewarded with a pat on the head. Too bad she didn't have any of those treats he liked so much. Oh well, he'd get one soon enough.
"Alright, he did it!" Blade was ecstatic. Now she might be able to get them out of there.
"Pavel? Pavel, where are you?" She had better work fast. As she went to work on the lock, the others prepared to move out before anything was found amiss. The other guard would not be happy when he found his friend unconscious on the floor.
Elfsong stood by the door and looked down the corridor, "Hurry, he's coming!"
"Give me a minute...." Blade muttered. Sweat began to form as she concentrated on opening the lock. This thing was a nightmare that even she wasn't sure could be picked. A little to the left... now in a little... little more to the right, too far... push it all the way in... give it a twist... With a soft clunk accentuated by the snap of the pick, the lock opened. Blade hurriedly swung open the door and the others grabbed the unconscious guard and hauled him into the cell, just as his friend got close enough to see down the corridor.
"Pavel?" The guard called again. He began walking down the corridor, looking for his friend. When he passed their cell door, they swung it open again and Knight caught him in a chokehold and dragged him into the cell. He threw him to floor, placed his knee on the guard's back and grabbed his head.
"If you don't want me to break your neck, tell me where Jarra is."
"He's coming down soon, he wanted to execute you himself," the guard groaned.
"Thanks," Knight said, then he slammed his head against the ground, knocking him out as well.
"Wow, did you have to be so rough with him?" Blade asked. Everyone looked at the two unconscious forms lying on the ground.
"Didn't have time to play nice. Okay, here's the plan: Fel, Elfsong, you two are about the same height as the guards. Take their uniforms and their positions. They're heavier than the two of you so tray and look big. The rest of us will hide the bodies and get our stuff back. When Jarra comes down, we'll get him by surprise, try to leave him alive and conscious. We still need him."
"Yeah, Knight," Fade scolded. "That goes for you too."
"Okay, let's do it!"
They had just finished preparing when Jarra entered the dungeon. Fel, and Elfsong, now in their guard costumes stuffed with hay to make them look bigger, snapped to attention as he walked by and then followed behind him. He stopped in front of the cell, "So, the time has come for you to die. Open the door."
Fel swung it open as Jarra drew his blade, a very sharp-looking bastard sword.
Knight walked out of the shadows, his own sword drawn and ready, "Sorry, but I'm terribly allergic to death."
"Ah, so you have your sword back, this will be fun."
"For all of us. NOW!"
From their hiding places on either side of the door, Blade and Fade brought their weapons to bear on Jarra, behind him, Elfsong and Fel shut the door and made ready to fight as well.
"Drop your sword." They all said in unison. Jarra's blade slowly dropped from his hand. Knight walked up to him and dug the point of his long sword into Jarra's throat.
"Now you're going to tell us everything we want to know, or you're going to have another hole to breathe through."
"Ha! You don't frighten me."
"Alright," He looked at his companions. "I need a wheel of cheese and a three-inch piece of cloth." Jarra blanched at that, but kept his composure.
"Wait, Knight," Elfsong interrupted, "I've got at better idea..."
Jarra's screams echoed through the dungeon, shaking the wall, sounding as a man who found himself damned
"STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! IT'S... TOO...CUTE! RRRAAAAAGGGHHHH!"
"Hold off, Boo." Elfsong said to her companion. "I think he's ready to talk."
Jarra crumbled to the floor, his hands clutching his head and knees shuddering, he retched on the ground and said, "Please, I'll tell you what you want to know. Just keep that thing away from me, I can't stand so much cuteness."
"Well done, Boo." Elfsong gave her little friend a hamster treat.
He was happy to be of service.
--Everybody likes Boo.
A small, furry head poked out into the corridor, looked about, and was then followed by a small, furry body. Boo scurried along the wall of the dungeon, moving into the central guard post. On the table, the group's weapons and equipment lay, in the middle of it all, were Blade's lock picks. The problem, the first of many in fact, was getting up the table. Then he had to get the picks, which were roughly twice his size. After that, he had to get back down, back to the cell, and do it all without alerting the guards. They would no doubt squash him into hamster paste if they saw him.
He made his way to the table and was about to start his climb to the top when one of the guards approached, almost stepping on him.
"Hey, Pavel," He said. "Look at all this stuff, swords, daggers, herbs, a harp. Talk about a motley crew."
Boo ignored the human for the moment and began to climb the leg of the table. They hadn't noticed him yet, and he didn't mean for them to. He would deal with getting the picks when he reached the top. Everybody was counting on him and he wasn't about to let them down.
He finally reached the top of the table and poked his nose over the edge. The two were looking away and Elfsong's harp was nearby, this was his chance to start making his way to the picks. He scrambled over the edge and hid under the instrument.
"Well, Bim. We'd better go check the prisoners again. I'll take the east wing, you take the west."
Boo couldn't have wished for a better opportunity, the two guards walked in opposite directions, leaving him free to get the picks. Their backs were turned and they were starting to walk away. Go. He climbed on top of the harp case and looked around for the lock picks.
There they were, Boo scurried across the table, to his target, grabbed them with his front paws, and began to drag them backwards. When he reached the edge of the table, he pushed them of the table, it was a risk, but he wasn't going to be able to climb down with them. They landed with a soft thud but didn't seem to attract attention. He climbed down the table leg, retrieved his bounty, and began dragging them once more across the floor. He was almost back to the cell when he heard, "Hey, what do you think you're doing!" He began pulling even more fiercely on the picks, trying to close the distance and reach his destination before the guard got him.
Fortunately, the guard had to walk in front of his friends' cell. An arm shot out through the bars and grabbed him by the back of his tunic. The arm pulled him head first into the heavy metal bars, hard. The guard's head bounced against the bars and he slumped to the ground. As Boo entered the cell, Knight nodded to him.
He was scooped up by Elfsong and rewarded with a pat on the head. Too bad she didn't have any of those treats he liked so much. Oh well, he'd get one soon enough.
"Alright, he did it!" Blade was ecstatic. Now she might be able to get them out of there.
"Pavel? Pavel, where are you?" She had better work fast. As she went to work on the lock, the others prepared to move out before anything was found amiss. The other guard would not be happy when he found his friend unconscious on the floor.
Elfsong stood by the door and looked down the corridor, "Hurry, he's coming!"
"Give me a minute...." Blade muttered. Sweat began to form as she concentrated on opening the lock. This thing was a nightmare that even she wasn't sure could be picked. A little to the left... now in a little... little more to the right, too far... push it all the way in... give it a twist... With a soft clunk accentuated by the snap of the pick, the lock opened. Blade hurriedly swung open the door and the others grabbed the unconscious guard and hauled him into the cell, just as his friend got close enough to see down the corridor.
"Pavel?" The guard called again. He began walking down the corridor, looking for his friend. When he passed their cell door, they swung it open again and Knight caught him in a chokehold and dragged him into the cell. He threw him to floor, placed his knee on the guard's back and grabbed his head.
"If you don't want me to break your neck, tell me where Jarra is."
"He's coming down soon, he wanted to execute you himself," the guard groaned.
"Thanks," Knight said, then he slammed his head against the ground, knocking him out as well.
"Wow, did you have to be so rough with him?" Blade asked. Everyone looked at the two unconscious forms lying on the ground.
"Didn't have time to play nice. Okay, here's the plan: Fel, Elfsong, you two are about the same height as the guards. Take their uniforms and their positions. They're heavier than the two of you so tray and look big. The rest of us will hide the bodies and get our stuff back. When Jarra comes down, we'll get him by surprise, try to leave him alive and conscious. We still need him."
"Yeah, Knight," Fade scolded. "That goes for you too."
"Okay, let's do it!"
They had just finished preparing when Jarra entered the dungeon. Fel, and Elfsong, now in their guard costumes stuffed with hay to make them look bigger, snapped to attention as he walked by and then followed behind him. He stopped in front of the cell, "So, the time has come for you to die. Open the door."
Fel swung it open as Jarra drew his blade, a very sharp-looking bastard sword.
Knight walked out of the shadows, his own sword drawn and ready, "Sorry, but I'm terribly allergic to death."
"Ah, so you have your sword back, this will be fun."
"For all of us. NOW!"
From their hiding places on either side of the door, Blade and Fade brought their weapons to bear on Jarra, behind him, Elfsong and Fel shut the door and made ready to fight as well.
"Drop your sword." They all said in unison. Jarra's blade slowly dropped from his hand. Knight walked up to him and dug the point of his long sword into Jarra's throat.
"Now you're going to tell us everything we want to know, or you're going to have another hole to breathe through."
"Ha! You don't frighten me."
"Alright," He looked at his companions. "I need a wheel of cheese and a three-inch piece of cloth." Jarra blanched at that, but kept his composure.
"Wait, Knight," Elfsong interrupted, "I've got at better idea..."
Jarra's screams echoed through the dungeon, shaking the wall, sounding as a man who found himself damned
"STOP IT! I CAN'T TAKE ANYMORE! IT'S... TOO...CUTE! RRRAAAAAGGGHHHH!"
"Hold off, Boo." Elfsong said to her companion. "I think he's ready to talk."
Jarra crumbled to the floor, his hands clutching his head and knees shuddering, he retched on the ground and said, "Please, I'll tell you what you want to know. Just keep that thing away from me, I can't stand so much cuteness."
"Well done, Boo." Elfsong gave her little friend a hamster treat.
He was happy to be of service.
--Everybody likes Boo.