Post #2623246 in The Chosen Few: The Broken Order {Reboot x2}, a roleplay on RPG

Veran looked up, brought out of his trance by the sound of metal hitting rock, and he watched as a man, one that he recognized as Valeryn, a Watcher that he had served with, shatter the lock that was built into the door. He nodded his thanks to the man before rising from his seated position. Before he could leave his cell however, Samantha, a Sister-Sergeant he knew well, her face a grim visage, two lines painted on her cheeks with what looked like blood, passed by and muttered a few words to him.

"Tis good to see you, Lord Ruthgard. Shall we escape this hell hole?"

Veran nodded.

"Yes, we shall."

Above the dungeons, Lord Ulfric Ducant paced across the room repeatedly, a look of what seemed to be a mixture of fear, anger and uncertainty. His advance scouts had reported that a large forces was marching towards Halwall, a force much larger than the one he had in the castle, especially after the damage the Watchers had inflicted in its death throes.

"Damn our luck! They'll be at our walls within hours! How long will it take to summon my banners?" Lord Ulfric barked out to the older, rather chubby man whose hands were filled with various papers

"Lord Ulfric, your men will be prepared and marching here by the evening but-" The man spoke before being cut off by Lord Ulfric.

"But they will not reach us in time! I know this already!" Ulfric roared as he shot a hand up that knocked the papers out of the man's hand. "We cannot lose Halwall, it is our only road of attack in the east! My men are weak because of the fighting with the damned Watchers... Perhaps eliminating them so soon was a mistake. They would have been helpful in the coming battle..."

"No my Lord, you must not second guess yourself, you did what was required, no more, no less." The other man said whilst gathering up his papers.

"You are right, my friend. But I cannot help but feel that the Gods have forsaken me..."

Below, Veran was already up the stairs leading to Trinity knows where, having taken charge and ordered Valeryn to free whatever other prisoners there are, as they would serve as a decent distraction, and being in a decent physical condition compared to most of them, decided to take the lead. One man, Jathra as he was told, said that he was a Watcher recruit, given the opportunity when his life was saved by a Watcher during the battle. Veran took his word for it, and brought him along as well, after all, with their numbers so low they would need all the recruits that they could get.

There was a knock at the door.

"Rodrick? What's all that banging going on in there?"

Veran stayed silent.

"Rodrick? I swear if you're getting some whore to get down with you..."

There was the sound of jingling keys as they were flicked through and a solid thunk as the lock to the door was unlocked, and the door creaked open.

"Rod...rick?" the guard beyond the door said as he saw what looked like a giant towering over him.

There was a roar as Veran charged the man, lifting him up by the shoulder and running him into the opposing wall at the end of the room, slamming him into the hard stone, the sound of metal on rock again ringing out through the room, and he delivered a powerful right hook into the man's jaw, knocking him out cold as he held him by his left fore arm against the wall, before lifting the man up and slamming him back onto the ground to make sure he was not going to be getting back up anytime soon.

This was when he took a look around the room after he relieved the unconscious man of his keys and blade.

It was clear that this was the guards room, where they stored all the prisoners possessions that would need to be sorted through. There were a few more blades on various racks and some pieces of armor. Veran himself still had his armor, it was mostly intact, with only a few dents in his chestplate and cuts into the leather that needed to be repaired. Around the rooms there were tables piled with various books and ledgers, no doubt recording the prisoners taken, their possessions and otherwise. There were a few chests around the room, a door that lead to the outside and most importantly, a map detailing of the castle pasted on the wall.

The door he locked, as it would give advance warning in case anyone came to check up on the guards. He took the map down from the wall and cleared a table out that was in the center of the room and laid the map across it, and started studying it.

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located in Ur'Idon, a part of The Chosen Few: The Broken Order {Reboot x2}, one of the many universes on RPG.

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