Gregorii opened his eyes, seeing doubles of everything around him, he couldn't move, constrained by a wooden stockade, he grumbled as he looked across what was a cell, filled with a myriad of different races, he felt rage fill him, he couldn't stay here!, he could be in this cell for months, and the festival was tomorrow, his redemption was tomorrow, he had to find that girl, dozens has suffered in his crusade for freedom, he couldn't let their sacrifices go in vain, if he failed, than he would be nothing more than a scumbag.

He yelled loudly, he was angrier than he thought he was, he ripped out of the stockade, sending wood flying in a explosion of youth and rage, the inmates in the cell's all looked towards him, half-amazed and half-desperate for freedom, each one clamoring for Gregorii to free them, Gregorii tried to rip them out of the stockade's as well, but he found that the anger had left as quick as it came, with a shrug, he went to the entrance of the cell, which was a wooden door, with a fierce kick he sent the door flying off it's hinges, but groaned in anger as it was revealed that, behind the entrance door, was another door, a impenetrable gate of steel, he felt despair eat away at the anger he had, turning him back into a old fart. 

He limped his way further into the dungeon, past even more cell's, with inmates banging and yelling for freedom, Gregorii was a key dangled in their faces, so close, but so far away. A Fierce dwarf who's face was covered in tattoo's pushed his way to the front of the cell, [i]"You!, Son of Moradin!, Come hither, quick!"[/i] the dwarf yelled, [color=lightcoral][i]"Son of who?.."[/i][/color] Gregorii muttered with surprise in his voice, as the dwarf grabbed him and dragged him to the front of the cell, [i]"I am of the Order of Valhammer, sworn axe to King Wrothiron himself! And you are but a trapped rat! Any hope you have in escape, lies with me!"[/i] the Dwarf shook him, Gregorii groaned and pushed off the dwarf, if anyone was a trapped rat, it certainly wasn't Gregorii, he found himself annoyed by this dwarf, the brief thought of ditching him appeared in his head, but Gregorii only had two fists, if he wanted to get out of this mess, he was going to need more fists, Gregorii attempts to bend the bar's, sweating in exhaustion, Through there!" Exclaimed the dark eyed dwarf. [i]"Keep your wits about you, dwarf! Two guards and the dungeon master are beyond, torturing some poor soul! No doubt they will hold the keys to our freedom! Now go!"[/i] He pushed Gregorii backward, his strength nearly causing him to tumble down. [i]"GO!"[/i] he yelled as Gregorii stumbled back, Gregorii nodded, he disliked this dwarf, but the dwarf helped him nevertheless, [i][color=lightcoral]"I'll be back"[/color][/i] he promised, Gregorii always paid his debts.

He walked further down the hallway, opening the door to a small room, inside he saw a old man standing with his back to him, cutting deeply into a man tied to a torture rack, Gregorii's face twisted with disgust, he knew that the law was corrupt here, but he didn't think they'd be this bad, he felt a sense of disappointment, the watch was meant to protect us, yet here they were, committing sadistic acts of torture, [i]"The shadow comes for us all!"[/i] the man groaned in pain, Gregorii felt bad for the cultist as he plucked a set of keys from the old man, as silent as a mouse, [i]"Where is the remnants of the cult located!"[/i] the old man yelled, absorbed with his interrogation, Gregorii took one look back as he left the room, filled with shame in what he saw, no one deserved torture, not even cultists.

He left the door, and looked to his left, he felt surprise run through him, seeing two guards suddenly come into view, [i]"I tell you he came and plucked her right out of the cell- OI YOU!, HALT!"[/i] one of the guards pointed at him and yelled, Gregorii raised his fists, but groaned quickly in pain, he barely noticed the wounds that dug into him, bleeding from multiple wounds, he could not fight, he could only run. so he ran, until the guards came out of view, when he found a alcove, small and hard, but fit for a dwarf like himself, he snuggled in it, watching the guards quickly run past, he sighed in relief, if he was caught, he'd surely be dead. [i]"Check the Alcoves!"[/i] a guard suddenly yelled, looking through all the alcoves. he scrambled to find a rock, every second he scrambled, the guards came closer and closer, he silently cursed, did he come this far, only to get thrown in jail again?.

But then he felt something in his hand, a rock!, he smiled as he threw it down the hallway, making a loud crack as it hit the ground, as if someone was running down the hallway, the guards turned and leaped towards it, like a pack of hungry dogs, Gregorii smiled and slipped out of the alcove, heading back to the dungeons.

Back in the chamber, the fierce dwarf clung to the bars, [i]"Truly the gods are with you, but we must make haste! Onward! Let us leave this place!"[/i] he yelled as Gregorii unlocked the cages, every last one of them, after a couple minutes, the entire prison was freed, dozens upon dozens of now free Prisoners rushed to the gate, Gregorii shoved the key into the entrance gate, letting the prisoner's free, he couldn't help but smile, Gregorii fought for freedom, and now he had given it away like candy, the prisoner's swarmed a cabinet filled with their stuff, Gregorii pulled out his trusty mop, and whatever possessions he had left, unfortunately the guards threw away the bag of rats which Gregorii didn't blame them for doing, but his gold was gone also, he would scowl, but his victory had put a smile on his face, climbed to the top of the cabinet, standing above the prisoners.

[i][color=f08080]"Aye lads!, there's a festival tomorrow, in a castle filled with gold and glory!, who wants to raid it with me?!"[/color][/i] he yelled in a booming voice, though he had a ulterior motive, he decided the prisoner's would be easier persuaded with the promise of riches, the prisoner's roared in agreement, a halfling climbed on top of a desk, [i]"We'll fill our pockets!"[/i] he yelled, a scarred elf added his voice to the chorus [i]"You have my sword!"[/i] a tiefling with cut horns nodded, saying [i]"and my bow"[/i] and finally, the fierce eyed dwarf raised a greataxe in the air, yelling [i]"And my axe!"[/i]

The group yelled for gold and glory, the seeds of a new army had been sown today, Gregorii smiled, he swore he could see the sun rise from the horizon, the sun of a new nation.