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[Fuzzy Knight]

Long one, sorry

Hecate
Imperial Prison, Cyrodiil

Chained to the old, rough stone wall encased in shadows Hecate silently glared at the locks around his wrists. He’d been watching these locks for twenty years. He dodged the sentence of getting executed the day he got captured by the guards, wasn’t hard as Hecate was the type that did not fear death, so locking him up in chains for the rest of his life would fit much better – too bad that would be a lethal mistake.

Twenty years had been long enough for this assassin and he’d already found a way out from these chains. Simply by bashing on locks against the stone wall for twenty years along with trying to pick the lock was enough to break it open. Still something about this night felt different, like it was ment for him to escape.

As the nightfall approached and the room went totally dark, Hecate rose up and threw the locks to the side and slowly moved towards the cell door. With his back against the wall and hands following the rough surface he moved up to the door waiting for the new watch guard. He soon heard the sound of iron boots making their way down the arched stairs.

As the guard walked by Hecate’s cell Hecate’s right hand launched out and grabbed the guards arm and jerked it against the celldoor, sending the guard crashing into the iron bars. Hecate followed with a quick twist of the guard’s wrist, meanwhile his left arm grabbed the guard’s throat setting the fingers deep into his windpipe; choking the guard along with silencing him. Hecate’s right arm came up quickly after, grabbing the guards jaw whilst the left changed grip, with a swift movement the guard’s neck snapped instantly and Hecate guided his limb body to the ground before taking his key and opening the cell door. Hecate could only but give off a cruel smile as his hands hadn’t taken any life for over twenty years.

Hecate opened the cell door and quickly made his way for the arch stairs, grabbing the guard’s sword on the way.

Simple.

He unlocked the door at the top and entered a circular room with an Imperial Jailer sitting by a desk in the middle. The jailer was stunned for a moment before he suddenly saw Hecate leaping forward with the sword. The Jailer threw himself to the side, grabbing his large mace and brought up his mace wonderfully and blocked Hecate’s strike.
Hecate went a few steps back getting in position before the jailer charged forward, his mace coming down quickly. Hecate's blade intercepted the strike, reflecting the mace to the right whilst taking a wide step to the left.
The jailer nearly stumbled forward, crashing into the wall but he quickly altered his feet and tackled Hecate before his mace followed his move. The furious mace came sideways for Hecate’s neck, Hecate managed to duck in the last moment and launched a quick but clumsy thrust for the jailers stomach which just bounced of the jailer’s tough armor.
Hecate sighed; he had surely gotten slower and less precise. He snapped out of the thought once he saw that the mace came down against the now crouched assassin. Hecate suddenly made a quick step aside, dodging the mace before leaping up into the air. Whilst in the air the assassin flipped his blade into an end-over-end spin, before catching it with a reverse grip and thrust it straight into the forehead of the jailer before landing gently – leaving the sword in the jailers face. The jailer stood still for a moment with wide-open eyes before he slowly fell backwards hitting the floor dead.

Hecate leaned over the dead imperial before he looked at his palm.

Didn’t expect doing that when I was over fifty.

Moving his eyes away from his palm, Hecate scanned the crates in the room – knowing his equipment should be in one of them. After finding his gear, Hecate stuffed all of it except his weapons into a small backpack and attached his sheaths to his belt.

Hecate opened the door out to the prison courtyard, diving into the shadows unnoticed. He made his way swiftly past the guards outside before reaching the houses along the wall. He made his way up on the roofs unseen before climbing the last feet before getting over the edge of the huge wall and dove off the side landing hard in the bushes outside and took off into the night. Hecate was free but the news would come soon.

Hecate made his way along the City Isle, heading for the Waterfront where he could easily overtake a shack and gather some food. He was already drained by energy escaping and hadn’t had a real good meal in twenty years.

OCC: Bit simple but got a bit much to write