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Gently patting a small pile of dirt behind a stall she buried yet another of the fetishes she had created, slinking back out from out of sight into the general paths leading up to the prisons. Nettle could feel it weigh heavily in the air, the wrongness that stifled her more mystical senses. [i]Was this how the man-beasts felt under the curses we left for them back in the swamp?[/i] she silently wondered. Peeking through a grate she witnessed the creature within. It struck her that perhaps it was the source of the curse that hung over this place. The corrupt hearts that trapped such a thing here for no clear reason must have provoked a mystery into cursing this place.

In her pondering as she looked over the great structure that barred the waters of the bay from spilling out into the sea proper she failed to notice Asier’s approach, not really recognizing him quite as readily as he might have recognized her.

Asier has been scouting around the prison though with no success. He doesn’t even have much of a plan at this point either, kind of this point just going rogue and causing what mayhem he can to keep the Eskand upon their toes. The fact the prison seems to have some natural defenses towards the use of the gift is making any chance of a stealthy approach obsolete. It wasn’t too long as he notices a strange creature peering through a grate towards an animal. Though on a closer inspection, it seems to be the girl from the  Drudgunzean detachment. [color=0054a6]“Vel, hva har vi her? - [i]well what do we have here?[/i]”[/color] Asier couldn’t resist approaching in a manner that had a resemblance of a prison guard, if a guard looked like a hobo with a stolen axe, speaking pigeon-Eskand. He probably looks frightening, but thankfully the gift is repressed as he grabs upon the girl and gives her a hug… a choice he quickly regrets.  [color=0054a6]“You smell as bad as this one.”[/color] He gives a big beaming smile, as he pushes her away arm distance, [color=0054a6]“Another survivor, did you escape your captors too? Glad not to be the only one.”[/color]

When a strange voice announced itself near her she whipped around to see a figure that looked like a guard approaching. She attempted to turn and scurry off but suddenly found herself wrapped in arms. Though her arms were bound she managed to slip her hand into her satchel and was already producing her dagger when she noticed the figure wasn’t speaking like the man-beasts here but more like the ones back at that other beach.

Pushed away she still clutched her dagger but was not on the attack, not yet at least. Being devoid of gift had spared this one an immediate retaliation. Instead of speaking back to the large one who spoke to her in words she was not familiar with she instead turned her attention over to the captain.

[color=green]”Hhhey! Hnothheer Fhrend!“[/color]

Asier looks up to see that Nettle was not alone and with another, waving towards him.   [color=0054a6]“Well, looks like we might have had the same idea. Didn’t see you both on the prisoner ship, did you manage to escape from another?”[/color]

The captain shakes his head, “No, we followed up right behind you. We have come as a raiding party for some payback”. Asier nods, [color=0054a6]“How does Parrence fair? Did the King survive? All that was said is that we lost.”[/color]. The captain laughed, “Not that easily! The Eskandr are on the run, flooding the fields with fire. Pyrrhic victory but we are far from over.”

The captain indicates to Nettle, pointing towards Aiser. “Friend. Now to free other friends”, pointing towards the grate.


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Asier went about carrying his part of the plan, leaving Nettle to play with her new friend. He grabbed the axe as he used it to pry the grate from the wall.  [color=0054a6]“Let’s do our parts, you deal with that thing, then its rescue time.”[/color]

She did not understand what he meant but the metal bars were pried loose, the opening to the waters now available for entry. She climbed inside, slipping out of sight.

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Asier continues to move threw the dank corridors, given the set-up here, it seems there is little need for guards with the thick walls, thick bars, and thicker heads at the entrances. Coming through the grate was a good catch, as it allowed him to evade easily into the stink pit as rats go cell to cell to eat the scraps of stale bread offered as nourishment to the prisoners. There is nothing he could actually do at this point with the locks bolted shut, encrusted with rust due to being so close to the sea. There are some disturbing sights as there are those far past malnourishment, let to literally rot in the unsanitary conditions, as others deemed worth to be kept alive forced to endure endless misery.

He moves his axe against the bars of the cell, trying to gather what life is here to stir, and is surprised by the weariness and lack of enthusiasm. [color=0054a6]“We are working to free you. Make sure to gather anything of worth as you make your escape out of here. Bring any brother and sister who still breathes.”[/color], there is light stirring but many do stay where they lie, appearing to be others from perhaps even Eskandr lands. [color=0054a6]“flytt, flytt!”[/color], more started to stir now. One of the Parrench prisoners clarified, [color=808080]”Converts. They be Rounding ‘em up too.”[/color] drawing his thumb across the neck. It seems even their own people are not spared from the barbaric treatment. [color=808080]”So wot is the plan? How be gettin’ out?”[/color] as he turns his eyes to Asier. It does take a moment to parse the speech, perhaps this one is a peasant farmer caught up in fields far larger than the ones by his farmstead, [color=0054a6]“Got a girl on the inside dealing with our gift problem, once she has dealt with it, we will use the opportunity to strike out of here. We got to be ready.”[/color]

All at once they could feel the gift slowly return to them.

Asier uses the gift to draw upon the metal, causing the bars to bend suddenly to create a path for them to escape. The others start to come out, others with the gift making a wider pathway and supporting others who were less able in getting out. The alarm went up almost instantly, the Eskandr shouting furiously. [color=DFFF00]Fengselet![/color]. He covers the rear as he pulls all the bars inwards to obstruct the way as he follows them out. [color=0054a6]“Up ahead and to the right, go for the grate. If you see a lost looking girl, she is on our side.”[/color]. The Eskandr continue to be hot on their heels as Asier draws upon the force, then applies with the axe, the support beam snapping and collapsing, as he moves to the next, and the next, as the roof starts to collapse behind the path. He thanks the heavens that the Nashorn isn’t here, or this wouldn’t have slowed him down in the slightest. That would provide them with enough opportunity to escape, reuniting with nettle to find out their next destination.

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Those involved: [@Ti].