WG- Another Shadow Over Hackdirt Options

[Elisabeth Hollow]

I apologize for clogging the free-roaming Wobbly Goblet thread with our mission, as neither of us thought about making another thread(Until I did this morning.)

Once we get a hold of an Admin, we'll see abut putting the rest of the mission here. Until then our Hackdirt posts will be kept here.

[Darkness Eternal]

Light came from the other end of the cave from where Kayla was kept. The source of the light was the woman herself who cast a spell to illuminate her surroundings.

Draken didn't need a torch or a spell. But he did act as he did. He saw that she saw him, and she whispered a simple greeting as the light, that infernal light, floated just inches away from his chest.

"They ambushed us as we slept. I surrendered myself when I was surrounded," Draken explained casually as he looked past the light and at Kayla. "I refused to put up a struggle. There were too many of them, you see and I am not ready to die just yet. You were fatigued, and dragged here."

Kayla spoke about her sudden desire to have been at least introduced to the art of thievery and that thieves had a manner in which to conceal lockpicks in their body.

Draken put on a false but convincing smile. "Hmm. If only . . . "

Now that he looked at Kayla, the current wielder of Dawnbreaker, all he could think of is how much she was worth? There were few ways to leave this cavern. He could wait a day and enthrall one of these savages to open the gate for him. He could kill one of them and raise their corpse to do his bidding by killing the others as he escapes. The idea of turning into a swarm of bats or mist and passing through the bars were not ignored, either. But all of these methods would put him at risk of being exposed.

Or he could be subtle and make use of the small stealth abilities he had honed in his brief year of tutelage under Greywyn Blenwyth and the Crimson Scars before their unfortunate demise. Nay, that too, was too bold.

"Drathen. Check the hinges of your cell. Mine look weak."

Draken realized that he was staring too much at Kayla as he thought about his plans for escaping, and it even though he turned his head to look at the hinges of his cell, his almost elastic-like gaze refused to look away from the woman. He couldn't fathom that the champion of Meridia was standing across from him . . .

He finally checked the hinges and began tugging at them and at the bars as well, and he seemingly struggled with them as he shook them. Finally, he sighed and shook his head slowly. "They're too strong for me," he lied.

With a diet from blood for seventy-four hours, he could manage to rip open the cell. But he had a feeling that he didn't have that much time and neither did Kayla. He saw it best to reveal to her what he believes is happening.

"They're going to sacrifice us," he said, quite unemotionally. "Cut open our chests and pull out our hearts to offer it to their gods. If we don't leave now . . . we might not live to see tomorrow."