Heh, very long awaited update.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------Konrad watched the man and his daughter leave the room, sighing to himself. He surveyed the area, escape in mind. A solitary guard was standing where the fake wall was, his imposing figure silhouetted with the lack of light in the small room. Konrad decided there were two ways out. One way was through the small gap in the ceiling, which would mean he was free instantly and could scarper. The other way was past the guard and through the fortress. Even if he did manage to get past the guard, he didn’t know how many more were there.
He walked around the room casually, checking every detail and mapping the route of his escape in his mind. He had opted for the former choice, and was finding out all the cracks in the ancient wall that he could manipulate to make a ladder and get out of there. The shadowed Nord followed Konrad’s movements with his beady eyes, shining through the darkness and locking onto him. The Nord seemed to growl at him for a moment, then Konrad realised he was being spoken to.
“…ance of getting out of here,” the man told him, nodding upwards to the ceiling. “There are traps laid over the hole in the ceiling so that vermin like you can be killed easily. Besides don't think I wouldn’t notice you, you Imperial scumbag, taking away...” the Nord carried on for some time about Imperial rule.
Konrad mumbled something about Nordic bathing principles and ended his circling of his cell. He had decided to face the guard and get a weapon first, seeing as he needed one. He walked up to him and stared for a second, before bringing his leg up straight between the Nord’s legs.
He heard a thump and the Nord keeled over, seemingly in a lot of pain.
‘He must have liked me after all…’ Konrad thought as he stripped the guard of his sword and armour. He strapped it all on then slammed the hilt of sword into the Nord’s head, knocking him unconscious. He picked up the body with a heave, dragging him to the other side of the room.
He stole out of the room carefully, keeping his sword up in case of any more frisky Nords. He turned left down a high but narrow tunnel, seeing a light source at the end of the corridor. He crept up to it and tried to look underneath the door, a bright light radiating from the crack. Failing, but now unexplainably excited, he burst through the door.
The fat king’s 23 Argonian guards all looked from Konrad, to his sword, then back to Konrad before screaming an undecipherable war cry and charging at him. Konrad swore and turned back again, slamming the door behind him as he charged down the way he had come. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
This post has been edited by Konradude: Aug 15 2005, 05:59 PM
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