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Hurak took hold of one of the iron bars as Sabba secured a backup escape, and pulled it out of place. It weighed a good forty pounds, but it was certainly not impossible to lift. Once it was out of the way, Firrian did the same with the other, then kicked open the door. The sound and sight of pouring rain assaulted the party again, but this time they knew it to be their salvation. The archers on the wall would likely not spot so small a party, if they spotted anyone at all, and it stretched out into open land. Escape was at the group's fingertips. |
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As Hurak and Firrian worked on the door, Tool looked askance at Sabba. She spoke softly as the door was being unbarred. "Panic? I am not aware of being so. In this instance, I disliked the risk of betting everything on none of the soldiers in the barracks being smart enough to wonder why we were unbarring the exit. Even if we look like them, it's not something they would expect us to be doing, especially with the prison on alert due to a prison break. I decided to create circumstances I had better control of, though perhaps it was uneccesary. I admittedly, am not accustomed to taking action of my own initiative. I have always had someone giving me orders. Perhaps I should let someone else take the lead from now on. I wish to reassess my capabilities."
She looks thoughtful as she wonders if her judgment has been compromised in some way. As someone who was made to be who she was by others, to be a Tool, she has no way of knowing if she is suited to the current circumstances. She was never trained to work with a group or to take the lead, it had simply seemed a viable course. She decided that she should hold back and let someone else handle their actions until she had a better idea of what she was capable of. For the moment though, the door had been unbarred and was open, while the distraction she had made was in effect. They had to move fast if they hoped to get out unnoticed. She passed through keeping pace with the others so that they would still be contained within the boundry of her spell. As soon as they were all out, she quickly shut the door behind them and looked for something to wedge it shut with, such as a stone or the like. |
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Sabba turned as he heard the door slamming open and the sound of the rain suddenly grew much louder. He clicked his beak in satisfaction and made his way towards the door. As he moved he spoke softly to Tool, "Oh, there was no particular error in your action. But sometimes the best action is to wait, that spell could have been more profitably used later. Or in your case magical energy, since I have surmised that you do not require advanced preparation." After he made his way out the door he stayed by it, waiting for the others, and then continued to speak to Tool. "As an example, I could cast to ensure that no one atop the ramparts could even see a track of us. But with the rain as heavy as it is, that is not necessary, so I can save it for something else." Remembering something, he slung the crossbow back over his shoulder and drew the dagger he had gained somewhere in their escape. He lowered his voice so that Tool could barely hear it over the pounding of the downpour soaking the countryside, "You charmed the guard accompanying us. It would be best to ensure that there are no witnesses who could remember the manner of our escape or where we went afterwards." His implication was clear, the guard was Tool's responsibility, and must be dealt with so that his evidence did not remain behind them. |
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Enough with the talking you two... We can further discuss the optimal stategy we could follow at this situation when we are out of their reach.. Lets find a less wet place to share our loot....
__________________Hurak said, started to walk and nodded to everyone else to follow... |
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