The Elder Scrolls: Frozen Rise (ES RP, IC)

[Alouite]

IC

OOC

Background

(Attributed to Former OP Rudislavia)

Alduin is slain. Ambitions for the rebirth of a dragon-reigned empire have fallen. The apocalypse has been halted...for now. Yet dragons continue to roam the earth and scatter over the sprawling landscapes of Tamriel. Reports of dragon sightings have emerged as far west as the Summeret Isles and as far south as the seaward shores of Elswyr. Many of the beasts have proven somewhat docile under the meditative guidance of Paarthurnax. Regardless, the majority of the dragon population has taken to hiding in the cliffs -- far from the bloodthirsty blades of men.

A decade has passed. The Last Dragonborn vanished several years ago on an expedition to the abandoned wastelands of Atmora. He has not been heard from since. With the absence of a hero in the war-torn Nordic province, Ulfric and the Stormcloak hordes eventually overthrew their Imperial "oppressors." With the establishment of an official Moot, Ulfric was finally crowned High King of an independent Skyrim.

But High King Ulfric was to become no savior to the people.

For he was a tyrant in the eyes of many. Under his centralized reign, the Jarls lost overwhelming amounts of influence and sovereignty. The Holds became little more than meager client states of Solitude's throne. Perhaps this was necessary; a fully united Skyrim stood stronger against foreign aggression. But the vibrant tundra would soon be stained in blood. Ulfric, High King, butchered the Mer on levels unheard of in previous history. Vengeful Nords lay waste to the Thalmor Embassy and dragged innocent Elves onto the streets to be slain. Public executions became an everyday occurrence. All forms of power were blatantly shifted into the hands of Stormcloak-aligned Nords and Imperials.

It was the gruesome answer to the war crimes of the Dominion that were committed throughout the Great War. Skyrim's population of Mer was scorched from the kingdom's borders. Those Elves whom dared to stay were either forced into hiding or required to pay hefty tribute to the Nordic officials. As a result, public Elven figures are exclusively wealthy...as only they could afford the prices demanded by the Stormcloak government.

These events became known as the Decade of the Storm. Ulfric solidified his popularity amongst the Nordic populace through his nationalistic conquests and violent genocides. To some, he is a hero. To others, he is a monster. Now, political tensions are rising abroad. The Aldmeri Dominion is on the brink of a second war with the Empire, and talks of a Thalmor-backed invasion of Skyrim have flooded into every household in the land. Blood is bound to be shed.

But amidst the mounting chaos, another threat emerges. As it turns out, the apocalypse may not be so far. However, there may be hope! For in the blackened depths of Solitude's most fortified dungeons, a new shipment of prisoners has arrived. They may not yet know it, but their actions will come to reshape the entire world.

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Map of Skyrim: http://i.imgur.com/Wbpc7oP.png

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Welcome To Cyrodil's Dugeon

As the prisoner wagon arrived at the Guard's post in Cyrodil the men began taking posts. Today's shipment would be larger than usual, from bandits, to thieves, to Imperial supporters, to people who were in the wrong place at the wrong time, these men and women were all set on one course, almost certainly a life in prison. After the newer acts put forth by High King Ulfric Stormcloak prisons have raised their prison terms to help combat crime and discourage going against Ulfric's strict laws. On top of this he funded the expansion of the Dungeon in Cyrodil to help encourage arrests and has created a very high incarceration rate in the city itself. Being non-human means paying a racial tax to live in Skyrim, and from the less brutal Khajit tax to the extremely high Elven taxes, they are meant to further Ulfric's vision, a purely Human and majority Nordic Skyrim. If this wasn't bad enough any small comment from a non-Nord that is taken as a form of sedition by guards is able to justify arrest. But at this point the reason of arrest matters little for the men in the wagon. As they got off the wagon the city guard commander said to his subordinates guards, "All right, I want a simple body count, then get them in the prison, if any of them cause the slightest issue, kill them on the spot. We won't tolerate any mishaps here, understood?" The seven guards there said "Yes sir." and began their duties. They walked past the cuffed and blindfolded men and women and began a quick count. One of the men in line stumbled getting out of the wagon, soon two of the guards were upon him, one of them pulling out a mace. A single cry of pain was heard.

Once the list was compiled the new inmates were led to the Dungeon, one by one their blindfolds and handcuffs were removed and the whole group was put in a large cell. The cell had poorly made straw beds with nothing to hold it together, and no pillow. There were three chairs in the room and a periodic dripping would occur from a sewer that ran over the cell. There was a single torch by the wall furthest from the cell door and there was a bucket of water and some dented used tankards. The prisoners all wore rough skin clothing with no shoes. Once in the guard locked the door but slightly sympathetically said "I don't know if anyone deserves what you people have, but I guess that's the cost of keeping Skyrim safe.

Cyrus Flameblade sat down on one of the straw beds. He looked at the single torch that dimly lit the room and then to the door as it closed. He stared at the cell door for a few moments knowing it may well be the last time he sees daylight and sighed. He looked to the other inmates and decided to strike up a conversation. He said "Well, it looks like were stuck with each other for a while. I am Cyrus Flameblade, a lower noble from the former City of Markarth, back before it was overthrown by Ulfric's puppets. Who are you guys, and why are you here?" He felt it just to know the people that the Stormcloak government intended to force him to live with till his death. Even if he had not given up hope in getting out of the prison.

Intro for New Players
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[Dain II Ironfoot]

Prison
Kurmash walked into the cell, looked around and noticed the three chairs. He quickly grabbed one and put it in the corner where he sat down. Kurmash hated that he had been transferred, he hated it even more then being locked up itslef. In the previous prison everybody knew his place, over here the battle for such places could start all over again.
As he sat on his chair he checked out the others, looking out for a weakness of some kind that could get helpfull if things would go bad. Kurmash was used to the life in prison now and knew that as long as you kept yourself to certain rules everything would work out just fine.

From his corner view he had a perfect look at the things everybody did, and from that corner he started to think at the times he was still a free man. He always liked thinking back of the old days, thinking of the things he did right and those he did wrong. He figured out his whole past by now but there where a few things he did not knew like what had happend to his other companion and what happend to his sister and her companions. These where questions he could not answer even though he really wanted an answer to them.
As the man on the bed spoke up Kurmash listened, it was obvious that it was a person not used to this life as his question made clear. Nonetheless Kurmash answered it, "I'm Kurmash gro-Atubush, i'm here becouse i, apperantly, tried to rebel against Ulfric the madman. And you? Why are you here?"

[Alouite]

Prison
Kurmash walked into the cell, looked around and noticed the three chairs. He quickly grabbed one and put it in the corner where he sat down. Kurmash hated that he had been transferred, he hated it even more then being locked up itslef. In the previous prison everybody knew his place, over here the battle for such places could start all over again.
As he sat on his chair he checked out the others, looking out for a weakness of some kind that could get helpfull if things would go bad. Kurmash was used to the life in prison now and knew that as long as you kept yourself to certain rules everything would work out just fine.

From his corner view he had a perfect look at the things everybody did, and from that corner he started to think at the times he was still a free man. He always liked thinking back of the old days, thinking of the things he did right and those he did wrong. He figured out his whole past by now but there where a few things he did not knew like what had happend to his other companion and what happend to his sister and her companions. These where questions he could not answer even though he really wanted an answer to them.
As the man on the bed spoke up Kurmash listened, it was obvious that it was a person not used to this life as his question made clear. Nonetheless Kurmash answered it, "I'm Kurmash gro-Atubush, i'm here becouse i, apperantly, tried to rebel against Ulfric the madman. And you? Why are you here?"

Cyrus smiled, glad he wasn't alone in his anti-stormcloak viewpoint. He replied "I am here because apparently fighting to protect your Jarl against an enemy army and failing to die in the process is a crime nowadays. Back a few years ago there was a time where when we fought battle we had a bit more respect for enemy veterans. If it wasn't bad enough that I am among the last of my noble family Flameblade. But of course, our heathen Jarl Thongvor Silver-Blood gets to maintain his rule. One day I will restore the Flameblade clan and dethrone Jarl Thongvor. I pledge this on my life. Overall, it is simply my opposition of Ulfric's irrationality that made me an opponent of him. I too worship Talos, I too believe Skyrim needs to be free, and I too am willing to fight for it. But Ulfric is a racist who sets horrible policies against all non-Nords and a coward who cheated the High King to death. Two things no good ruler would have done." He looked to the others in the room wondering if anyone else would answer his question.

[Servinta]

The air was dank, the stale smell was familiar to him, he spent a good part of his life holding sermons in the earthy underparts of farmhouse cellars and subterranean store rooms in the cities of Windhelm or Riften before the Stormcloack rebellion gave him reason to preach in public without fear of being arrested by Legionnaires or even killed by the Thalmor Justiciars.It brought Volvar back memories of times that while not great, were a brighter than now, as being blindfolded and obvious lack of torch lighting provided little in the way of sight.

*Clink* by *Clank* he heard and felt the shackles of other prisoners being removed and piled somewhere on the floor, he wondered what was happening and dreaded at the thought of what befell to the poor fellow who tumbled out the cart earlier.Silently praying for mercy on the man and on them all, Volvar flinched as a strong hand gripped his forearm and removed the restraints from his bony old wrists.With first his shackles and now his blindfold gone with a strong pull from behind, Volvar was half ready to thank the gaurd and half saddened to see what he was being released into.A gloomy, poorly lit cell was his new home, the guards seemed apathetic to the conditions they were supposed to live in but apathy was better than malice, so he sent another prayer to Talos in thanks.

Two of the prisoners ahead of him seemed to be already making acquaintance and with little room or activity to take up his time, Volvar thought it best to do what he did best, make friends and thank Talos for sparring them all from the executioners blade today.With a smile covered only by his graying beard, he strode lightly over the cold wet floor to approach the two which his old eyes could now see that the two were a brute of an Orc and a fair haired Nordic man , both dirtied and worn out like the rest of their fellow prisoners were.

"Good morrow my fellow prisoners of what has to be one of the least appealing dungeons I've seen in my years." Volvar tried to play off their dire situation with his cheerful greeting.

"I am Volvar Divanok, native son of Skyrim, humble acolyte of Talos, and brother to all of Tamriel's inhabitants.The last part happens to be my guilty crime, weather they be Nord or Orsimer I wish nothing but good tidings to all." He gestured to both of them, showing none of the bigotry that had taken hold of Skyrim in the recent years toward non nords.

[Sulania]

Being escorted by the Stormcloaks to a prison cell definitely wasn't on the agenda of her life, and neither was being shackled and blindfolded for that matter. She could feel the rust on the shackles as she was forced to move along with her fellow prisoners, and she could feel the various other things on her blindfold that were leftovers of their previous users. If you told her back in her time among the College of Whispers that this is how she would be spending part of her life, she would of likely set you on fire for being so disrespectful. Well, maybe not set on fire, but singe their hair a little.

Upon being led into the cell that would be known as their home, Alyanna listened as the others were unblindfolded and unshackled. Listening to the sound of shackles being released and falling to the floor, chains rattling against hard stone. Sounds of blindfolds being torn off as the torch that sounded like the only torch in the room made popping sounds to give notice that it was still burning. She listened until, finally, her blindfold was removed and she saw everything that lay before her. Various other prisoners, Stormcloak guards that obviously escorted them here, and the very Spartan surroundings that would be their accommodations. Surely a lovely thing, gets locked up for attempting to seek justice on her father's killer only to fail. What a hellish life, her life could be. She gave the guard a slight sarcastic smile, as to show fake gratitude of finally being able to see their surroundings. The guard appeared emotionless, behind those helmets, but he obviously must have been annoyed.

Alyanna proceeded to sit upon a cot once she was able, and watched as her fellow inmates made acquaintances. Silently listening and memorizing each word they said to better analyze them. She rubbed some hay in her hands from the cot she was forced to sleep in, getting a feel for the texture of the material that she soon would be getting used to calling a 'bed'. She dropped the hay, angered at her current situation. She lived in decent circumstances back in Riften, and even better back in the College. Now she was reduced to rags and hay 'beds'. You could see the look of disgust on her face as she peered at her hands, stained with dirt and some of her own dried blood due to some of the brutality she faced at the hands of the guards. She spit a little into them, and rubbed her hands together to get them decently clean. Not perfect, but better then they were.

When she noticed others making introductions, she let out a small sigh and proceeded to speak. "If we're going to have introductions, I may as well have at it. My name is Alyanna Stroorard. Former mage of the College of Whispers of Cyrodiil. As to how a mage of the College ends up in shackles here, I only have one explanation. I was arrested for attempting to bring a murderer to justice, who just so happened to be a Stormcloak soldier." She spoke in a melancholy tone, not showing any cheer or jokative like feelings. She wasn't happy, and she wasn't going to pretend like she was. She was angry, she was disgusted, and above all else she felt cheated. Cheated of her righteous vengeance. She needed to get out, or that man would never see justice.

[Insaeldor]

I was used to this seeing as this had been my 5th prison in ten years all of which were located throughout Skyrim. I don't think they liked keeping me in one place once i had tried to escape from my former holdings before hand. The darkness of the cell was all too familiar to me given the last ten years of my life but hopefully these stormcloaks will finally build up the stomach to execute me rather then try and have their sub par "experts" examine my hand and maybe if they had let the Dwemer excavation and research group do their work in peace rather then arresting and executing them. The Dwemer technology was even out of my intellectual grasp all I new was that it worked like a normal hand and I could ether use a soul gem or my own magika to power its operations. My studies were always with techniques to mix swordsmanship and Magic together that was my main focus at the College of Winterhold but I also studied massively on the Falmer the blinded and broken elves of Skyrim.

As I sat in my cell looking at myself clinching and relaxing my Dwemer hand I heard the begainings of a conversation. So far I heard a two Nords, an Orc, and what I assumed to be an Imperial or maybe another Nord. Lacking human contact for years this seemed like the best time to socialize since it might be the last i ever talk to another living being.

"The names Rarezen, I was a Battle Mage with the Imperial Legion and before that a Teacher at the College of Winterhild specializing in Battle Mage tactics, Destruction magic, and Falmer Scholar. This is the fifth prison I've been to so far since these cowards don't want to see me dead as of now." I said loud enough to hopefully have a stormcloak guard hear me outside the duengon halls in my deep raspy voice.

[Sulania]

I was used to this seeing as this had been my 5th prison in ten years all of which were located throughout Skyrim. I don't think they liked keeping me in one place once i had tried to escape from my former holdings before hand. The darkness of the cell was all too familiar to me given the last ten years of my life but hopefully these stormcloaks will finally build up the stomach to execute me rather then try and have their sub par "experts" examine my hand and maybe if they had let the Dwemer excavation and research group do their work in peace rather then arresting and executing them. The Dwemer technology was even out of my intellectual grasp all I new was that it worked like a normal hand and I could ether use a soul gem or my own magika to power its operations. My studies were always with techniques to mix swordsmanship and Magic together that was my main focus at the College of Winterhold but I also studied massively on the Falmer the blinded and broken elves of Skyrim.

As I sat in my cell looking at myself clinching and relaxing my Dwemer hand I heard the begainings of a conversation. So far I heard a two Nords, an Orc, and what I assumed to be an Imperial or maybe another Nord. Lacking human contact for years this seemed like the best time to socialize since it might be the last i ever talk to another living being.

"The names Rarezen, I was a Battle Mage with the Imperial Legion and before that a Teacher at the College of Winterhild specializing in Battle Mage tactics, Destruction magic, and Falmer Scholar. This is the fifth prison I've been to so far since these cowards don't want to see me dead as of now." I said loud enough to hopefully have a stormcloak guard hear me outside the duengon halls in my deep raspy voice.

"Ah, a fellow from the College of Winterhold." Alyanna said in lighter tone, happy to know that someone else of the arcane arts was in her company. Would make the stay a bit more bearable if she someone to discuss magical principle with, or perhaps learn of the history of the College of Winterhold. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rarezen." She finished with a smile of delight. Well, with the most delight one could have in a pig pen like she was. She was delighted at how not only he was a mage, but also a teacher at the college. She was only a mere apprentice among the College of Whispers, but she was still decently gifted among their numbers. Though the only that interested her more than his previous occupation was that extraordinary thing he had for an arm. She stared at it in awe and curiosity, almost as if she wanted to dissect it to find what secrets were in it. Though her curiosity had to remain at bay, she still admired the arm.

Still, best not to really ask about it. Don't want to be too forthwith with her curiosity, might make him uncomfortable. So her mind returned to his occupation as a teacher at the College. "You were a teacher at the College? That's wonderful to hear. Maybe we could discuss arcane theory, and you could show me some of that magic of yours sometime!"

[Insaeldor]

I was used to this seeing as this had been my 5th prison in ten years all of which were located throughout Skyrim. I don't think they liked keeping me in one place once i had tried to escape from my former holdings before hand. The darkness of the cell was all too familiar to me given the last ten years of my life but hopefully these stormcloaks will finally build up the stomach to execute me rather then try and have their sub par "experts" examine my hand and maybe if they had let the Dwemer excavation and research group do their work in peace rather then arresting and executing them. The Dwemer technology was even out of my intellectual grasp all I new was that it worked like a normal hand and I could ether use a soul gem or my own magika to power its operations. My studies were always with techniques to mix swordsmanship and Magic together that was my main focus at the College of Winterhold but I also studied massively on the Falmer the blinded and broken elves of Skyrim.

As I sat in my cell looking at myself clinching and relaxing my Dwemer hand I heard the begainings of a conversation. So far I heard a two Nords, an Orc, and what I assumed to be an Imperial or maybe another Nord. Lacking human contact for years this seemed like the best time to socialize since it might be the last i ever talk to another living being.

"The names Rarezen, I was a Battle Mage with the Imperial Legion and before that a Teacher at the College of Winterhild specializing in Battle Mage tactics, Destruction magic, and Falmer Scholar. This is the fifth prison I've been to so far since these cowards don't want to see me dead as of now." I said loud enough to hopefully have a stormcloak guard hear me outside the duengon halls in my deep raspy voice.

"Ah, a fellow from the College of Winterhold." Alyanna said in lighter tone, happy to know that someone else of the arcane arts was in her company. Would make the stay a bit more bearable if she someone to discuss magical principle with, or perhaps learn of the history of the College of Winterhold. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Rarezen." She finished with a smile of delight. Well, with the most delight one could have in a pig pen like she was. She was delighted at how not only he was a mage, but also a teacher at the college. She was only a mere apprentice among the College of Whispers, but she was still decently gifted among their numbers. Though the only that interested her more than his previous occupation was that extraordinary thing he had for an arm. She stared at it in awe and curiosity, almost as if she wanted to dissect it to find what secrets were in it. Though her curiosity had to remain at bay, she still admired the arm.

Still, best not to really ask about it. Don't want to be too forthwith with her curiosity, might make him uncomfortable. So her mind returned to his occupation as a teacher at the College. "You were a teacher at the College? That's wonderful to hear. Maybe we could discuss arcane theory, and you could show me some of that magic of yours sometime!"

I smiled slightly, that's turly been the happiest noise I've ever heard around these parts. I could only catch a glimps of her in the dark so I couldn't make out her race but given her time at the College of Whispers she could easily be an Imperial or just about any other race for that matter. She seemed interested in my teaching at the college and the like which was a common thing I heard from other prisoners at my other places of captivity.

"I'd be more then happy to discuss and debate arcane theories and principles with you, after all such discussions with students were one of the many reasons I stayed and taught at the college so long. My expertise however is with ancient Elven Magic usually in regards to the Falmer, Dwemer, and Ayleid Magic." I stopped for a bit as I thought of how to answer her question of Magic demonstration. My arm lacking the power of a soul gem required a steady flow of Magika to function and I risked depleting my reserves if I did a simple magic demonstration. So I put my arm out of my cell and let the light catch off the Dwemer metal construct. My arm was anatomically correct starting at the elbow with a skeletal structure covered by sheets of Dwemer with the blue light of the flowing Magika beaming dimly through the spaces between the outer metal sheets.

"Will this due as a showcase of my magical abilities? Usually I would simply put a soul gem in my arm to power it but the guards here don't understand what a soul gem is let alone seen one so I have to use a steady flow of Magika to power my arm. This is probably the most advanced piece of Dwemer technology constructed in over a millennium." I said as I slowly retracted my arm back into my cage hoping she was content with what I had shown her.

[Nuxipal]

Sylri Fyr
Unknown Prison

Standing away from the light of the torch Sylri watched the others she spoke from outside of the torch's light. She knew that several of the people here weren't exactly friendly towards her and she didn't particularly care for a fight right now. "I am Sylri Fyr, daughter of the great Telvanni Sorcerer Divayth Fyr. You two would likely have heard of him." Indicating the two mages. "His work on the Divine Disease is well known and I grew up with access to all kinds of Dwemer artifacts, including a living, though barely, Dwemer named Yagrum Bagarn. He was a Master Crafter for Kagrenac and was in a different dimension at the time of the Dwemer disappearance. His mind, however, had been starting to fail him when I left Tel Fyr. My father had all kinds of Dwemer mechanisms around. I however, never cared much for the Dwemer. They are gone, except one fat blob on giant mechanical legs."

She stretched a bit as she stepped into the light to talk with the other prisoners. She was young, as was expected for a living daughter of Divayth Fyr. He tended to make new ones every hundred years or so. He liked for them to 'care' for him in his old age.

"As to why I'm here, I guess I cut off the wrong general's spear after he threatened to demonstrate with it. It was after we sacked Whiterun, I'm sure you all know of the Battle of Whiterun? I was there, I led my unit, some 30 Dunmer spellswords, into a hidden cave beneath the Dragonsreach dungeon and effectively forced Jarl Balgruuf to fight in the city while my Dunmer held his own Palace against him. It was my unit who won the battle, and as a reward a general began to disrespect my people and threatened to rape me. He can no longer perform such a task." She steps into the light, "I made sure he wouldn't use his 'spear' into another woman. After that, well.. I ended up being captured while trying to help a group of Dunmer refugees get back to Blacklight. Turns out the one thing Ulfric hates more than the Dunmer, is not being able to oppress the Dunmer. Several of those refugees are somewhere in this prison.

"Sometime soon, I hope that I can get out. Ulfric needs to be replaced. Badly. If the Dragonborn hadn't disappeared they could have fixed this problem easily."

[Dain II Ironfoot]

Prison
While the others talked Kurmash had started to work out, the only thing he did in prison besides thinking of the good old days. After some push-ups and sit-ups he noticed an iron bar sticking out from the ceiling, "Perfect for pull-ups" he thought. As he jumped and grabbed the iron bar it broke loose from the concrete. Kurmash fell to the ground with the iron bar still in his hands. He then thought for a second, this could make him king of the prison if he wanted to, though on the other hand it could be a helpfull tool to get out of here aswell.
He then quickly looked at the others, "Nothing to see here" he said on a normal tone while he checked his corner for a good place to hide it. Luckly there was small layer of concrete that had been scratched away, probably by previous inmates. He placed the bar there and sat down again, acting like nothing had happend.
The rest of the day he sat there, trying to think of a way get out of here. In the end there where two possible ways he could think of, the first one was simple, fight off the prison guards with the iron bar. The other manner was to see if the iron bar was strong enough to crack open the prison door.
For now it where all thoughts and he didn't plan to do anything untill he was sure about what he was going to do.

[Alouite]

Cyrus sighed, he spoke in his light Nordic accent "Well, at least we are starting to get a good feel for one another." He paused and then looked at the Stormcloak aligned Dunmer and said "Though I don't think I'll ever truly fancy someone who fell for Ulfric's sliver tongue." He looked at the barred door seeing that no guards were in the immediate area and then continued, "Regardless, it is clear what we must do now. No need to wait I'll get right to what we all really want. We will leave by force. Then I suggest we band together for a little while, after hearing what the rest of you are capable of, I am confident we could fend off any potential Stormcloak enemies. If you do stick with me, I can promise you won't regret it." He then said "Regardless, my only goal for now is to kill Thongvor Silver-Blood." He then continued "It is time we make a plan. I don't want to stay here for more than a night, which will be the perfect time to prepare an escape. We will need to fashion shivs from the wooden stools here, and then of course there are those of us that are more than capable with magic. They will be a major part of our permanent absence from this vault." Mid speech some of Molag Baal's influence on him increased. "Once we leave we will make sure none of the guards are alive to tell the tale, it will help stall their time to finding us. But even better than that. We will take their uniforms and weapons, a perfect disguise. And then put the guards in the execution room." Molag Baal's influence subsided "Anyhow. I want to hear your guys opinions, and how you will help the escape."

[Dain II Ironfoot]

Prison
Kurmash smirked, it was becoming a fact that Cyrus wasn't used to this life. "That would be a bad move, i've seen plenty of people trying to escape on their first day. Even if they got out of the jail and managed to avoid or kill some of the guards, they never made it outside. Only those who know what they are doing have the chance to get out." he said.
Kurmash then walked over to iron bars that stood between them and the rest of the prison, "if you really want to escape, stay here during the night, figure out where we need to go, how many guards are present and above all, where we are. The last thing i, and probably all of you want is that we get outside and we happen to be locked up inside a fortress." he continued.
For a moment he kept quiet and walked back to his chair before he started to talk again, "Always escape in the early hours of the day. At that time the guards are either tired from their shift or they just woke up with a hangover. Just wait for the right moment, nobody here wants to make a run for it without knowing wether they are going to make it, or at least, i won't."

[The Flutterlands]

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[Servinta]

Cyrus sighed, he spoke in his light Nordic accent "Well, at least we are starting to get a good feel for one another." He paused and then looked at the Stormcloak aligned Dunmer and said "Though I don't think I'll ever truly fancy someone who fell for Ulfric's sliver tongue." He looked at the barred door seeing that no guards were in the immediate area and then continued, "Regardless, it is clear what we must do now. No need to wait I'll get right to what we all really want. We will leave by force. Then I suggest we band together for a little while, after hearing what the rest of you are capable of, I am confident we could fend off any potential Stormcloak enemies. If you do stick with me, I can promise you won't regret it." He then said "Regardless, my only goal for now is to kill Thongvor Silver-Blood." He then continued "It is time we make a plan. I don't want to stay here for more than a night, which will be the perfect time to prepare an escape. We will need to fashion shivs from the wooden stools here, and then of course there are those of us that are more than capable with magic. They will be a major part of our permanent absence from this vault." Mid speech some of Molag Baal's influence on him increased. "Once we leave we will make sure none of the guards are alive to tell the tale, it will help stall their time to finding us. But even better than that. We will take their uniforms and weapons, a perfect disguise. And then put the guards in the execution room." Molag Baal's influence subsided "Anyhow. I want to hear your guys opinions, and how you will help the escape."

"Why must we resort to such senseless violence, you may not know me well but if there's one thing you should know about me its that while I did fight in the rebellion I have long lost my interest in bringing more suffering to the world.The men who gaurd us in these dungeons may seem like the enemy to you, but the are in reality just doing their job and following orders." Volvar was reflectant of his time as a younger man, when his pride and arrogance had drawn him the furthest away from Talos than he had ever been before.

"I think one of us should talk to the gaurd, reason with him, if we can bring him to the realization that many of us here are simple victims of misfortune and that the goverment he serves is blind with bigotry then he will surly side with us.Convincing him to assist in our escape will also give us an insiders knowledge of this place and the daily routines here." He added, hoping to save these wrenched souls from damning themselves to oblivion.

[Sulania]

Cyrus sighed, he spoke in his light Nordic accent "Well, at least we are starting to get a good feel for one another." He paused and then looked at the Stormcloak aligned Dunmer and said "Though I don't think I'll ever truly fancy someone who fell for Ulfric's sliver tongue." He looked at the barred door seeing that no guards were in the immediate area and then continued, "Regardless, it is clear what we must do now. No need to wait I'll get right to what we all really want. We will leave by force. Then I suggest we band together for a little while, after hearing what the rest of you are capable of, I am confident we could fend off any potential Stormcloak enemies. If you do stick with me, I can promise you won't regret it." He then said "Regardless, my only goal for now is to kill Thongvor Silver-Blood." He then continued "It is time we make a plan. I don't want to stay here for more than a night, which will be the perfect time to prepare an escape. We will need to fashion shivs from the wooden stools here, and then of course there are those of us that are more than capable with magic. They will be a major part of our permanent absence from this vault." Mid speech some of Molag Baal's influence on him increased. "Once we leave we will make sure none of the guards are alive to tell the tale, it will help stall their time to finding us. But even better than that. We will take their uniforms and weapons, a perfect disguise. And then put the guards in the execution room." Molag Baal's influence subsided "Anyhow. I want to hear your guys opinions, and how you will help the escape."

"Why must we resort to such senseless violence, you may not know me well but if there's one thing you should know about me its that while I did fight in the rebellion I have long lost my interest in bringing more suffering to the world.The men who gaurd us in these dungeons may seem like the enemy to you, but the are in reality just doing their job and following orders." Volvar was reflectant of his time as a younger man, when his pride and arrogance had drawn him the furthest away from Talos than he had ever been before.

"I think one of us should talk to the gaurd, reason with him, if we can bring him to the realization that many of us here are simple victims of misfortune and that the goverment he serves is blind with bigotry then he will surly side with us.Convincing him to assist in our escape will also give us an insiders knowledge of this place and the daily routines here." He added, hoping to save these wrenched souls from damning themselves to oblivion.

"While I am with you on not causing any unneeded harm, I doubt that any guard in this place can be reasoned with" Alyanna interjected, shooting the man a look of seriousness. The look to convey that of a no nonsense mood. "Granted, my reason for not killing them is simply because it would cause unnecessary risk. Even if we were to steal the uniforms and hide the bodies, we'd still eventually leave and they'd have guards and prisoners missing. From easy mind processing, they can reason that we killed them in our escape, and we'd be wanted in throughout the Provence." She finished with that, worried obviously about the long-term. If they could escape without killing the guards, then it'd be better as they wouldn't be so actively looking for them.

"We should find a way to sneak out of here, drawing whatever little attention we can. Someone who has some skill with sneaking or disguise sneaks into the barracks and gets a uniform, takes that and goes and destroys their records of us being here or even being wanted if they can. That way, we don't draw unnecessary attention, and we get them off our tail for some time." She said, hoping that the plan might be good. The kick is getting out of the cell, of course. Perhaps the guard's key is easy to grab or pickpocket, or perhaps someone could use something in the cell as a lockpick to get out. All were possibilities.

[Alouite]

As the pacifist priest Volvar spoke Cyrus's tolerance waned, soon he said "For an experienced man, you are quite foolish. You clearly don't understand how this world works. When a Nord finds a movement he supports, it takes more than mere words to convince him that he is wrong and to give up his loyalty. Why would any guard trust a prisoner anyway? That is absolutely foolish." He looked to Kurmash, "Well, that was kind of what I was getting at when I said we should stay tonight to plan, but since you seem to have more experience with that, I suppose you should head whatever plan you have." He looked back to Volvar and said "Tiber Septim became a god through war, not petty words. He understood that orally negotiating the true way was foolish, and as a general he unified Cyrodil and then for some time just about all of Tamriel. We can never forget that. As a man of Talos, you would be blind not to see this, after all, he is literally the god of war. Fighting for freedom in his name would be the most honorable thing we could possibly do." He finally looked to Alyanna and said "It is better than leaving in prisoners rags, but sneaking out of a new prison built under Ulfric's order in Skyrim's capital would be a death wish. But destroying our records and that first part about getting someone into the barracks, now that is not so bad at all. If said person destroys our records and stealthily eliminates only as many guards as there are of us, we could acquire the needed uniforms and minimize the number of missing guards. Perhaps while the disguised person is in the ledger room he could have the said guards officially have had a small task somewhere else out of town. It wouldn't be a long lasting decoy plan, but it would give us... maybe a day or two depending on how well they have improved their chain of command, but if there is one thing, it is that these Stormcloaks are not keen on keeping and tracking lists, something they associate with the Empire, so it is likely they would have a lag in notice for a while. All we'd need to do is hide the bodies well."

[Dain II Ironfoot]

Prison
"Lets not wait too long with what we do, the sun will come up sooner then one can imagine in jail." Kurmash said as he tried to work out something decent that could work.
After a few minutes he figured he had something, probably the best he could think of, "Alright, how about this. One of us will stay awake tonight, listening to the guards and following their movements as we need to know where we need to go after we get out of this cell. Once we know where to go i will make sure the guards get into the cell and i will keep them busy enough for somebody here to sneak out of the cell. The one that sneaks out gets some uniforms, weapons and a key. From there we can walk out with some luck, and if we can't we'll be able to fight our way out hopefully."
Kurmash then looked at the others, hoping that one was willing to stay awake all night and another was willing to do the (probably) most risky work of sneaking around through the prison.

[Insaeldor]

I chuckled at myself given the man's words. Fireblade wasn't it? No matter his plan was foolish and the Mage girl spoke excellent logIC. If they were to find our cages empty and a bunch of dead guards they would have our heads not to mention all the noise a scuffle would cause and it could easily turn into a big clash within the halls and a battle we would surly be bested in. I figured we had some mages in here maybe one was good at alteration and illusion Magic. I myself was exclusive to the Destruction school so my chances of sneaking by were little to none.

"Alyanna has a good point. We attempt to kill them it will most likely cause a small battle in the halls and I have little confidence we could fend off a whole jail full of guards. We've got plenty of mages here and I'm sure one or two of ise have skills in the Alteration and Illusion schools of magic. Id suggest they leave and cast an Invisibility spell to cloak themselves and use a Calming spell to add to that and keep the guard passive. I myself am not familiar with the majority of those schools what you guys?" I asked the other mages as I looked out my cells letting my arms dangle through the bars.

[Sulania]

I chuckled at myself given the man's words. Fireblade wasn't it? No matter his plan was foolish and the Mage girl spoke excellent logIC. If they were to find our cages empty and a bunch of dead guards they would have our heads not to mention all the noise a scuffle would cause and it could easily turn into a big clash within the halls and a battle we would surly be bested in. I figured we had some mages in here maybe one was good at alteration and illusion Magic. I myself was exclusive to the Destruction school so my chances of sneaking by were little to none.

"Alyanna has a good point. We attempt to kill them it will most likely cause a small battle in the halls and I have little confidence we could fend off a whole jail full of guards. We've got plenty of mages here and I'm sure one or two of ise have skills in the Alteration and Illusion schools of magic. Id suggest they leave and cast an Invisibility spell to cloak themselves and use a Calming spell to add to that and keep the guard passive. I myself am not familiar with the majority of those schools what you guys?" I asked the other mages as I looked out my cells letting my arms dangle through the bars.

"Unfortunately, I'm only gifted in the realm of Conjuration and Enchanting magics. The only Alteration magic I know is some transmutation spells to turn iron into silver that my mother taught me at some point, though that's hardly worth anything to us now." She stated, disappointed with herself at not being prepared for this situation. The one thing that she was happy about was that someone actually recognized the value in her plan. Though she did get some of that from the man who's name was Cyrus, it was mostly in recognition of the list and not so much of the actual plan. There's a time for murder and there's a time for logic, and right now is a time for logic. Killing the guards won't do us any good, and will only end up harming us in the long run. The best thing to do is get out undetected. Alyanna was hoping that someone else had experience in Alteration and Illusion, hopefully able to get them out of the dire situation.

"If we don't have anyone who knows, then we'll have to make do. The first step is getting out of this cage, to which we have some options. The first, and most obvious one, is find a way to break the lock. Brutish, loud, will likely get us in trouble and fail. Obviously not the smart choice." Obviously the dumbest choice out there, but that's digressing. "Second is is that we find a way to pick the lock. We could possibly find something to pick the lock with in here, or maybe one of you smuggled a pick in here. Though I'm assuming since no one has volunteered with that, no has one." She said with a slump sigh of disappointment. "Third, we could try to pickpocket it off the guard. Highly dangerous, but if successful, great results."

[Nuxipal]

I chuckled at myself given the man's words. Fireblade wasn't it? No matter his plan was foolish and the Mage girl spoke excellent logIC. If they were to find our cages empty and a bunch of dead guards they would have our heads not to mention all the noise a scuffle would cause and it could easily turn into a big clash within the halls and a battle we would surly be bested in. I figured we had some mages in here maybe one was good at alteration and illusion Magic. I myself was exclusive to the Destruction school so my chances of sneaking by were little to none.

"Alyanna has a good point. We attempt to kill them it will most likely cause a small battle in the halls and I have little confidence we could fend off a whole jail full of guards. We've got plenty of mages here and I'm sure one or two of ise have skills in the Alteration and Illusion schools of magic. Id suggest they leave and cast an Invisibility spell to cloak themselves and use a Calming spell to add to that and keep the guard passive. I myself am not familiar with the majority of those schools what you guys?" I asked the other mages as I looked out my cells letting my arms dangle through the bars.

"Unfortunately, I'm only gifted in the realm of Conjuration and Enchanting magics. The only Alteration magic I know is some transmutation spells to turn iron into silver that my mother taught me at some point, though that's hardly worth anything to us now." She stated, disappointed with herself at not being prepared for this situation. The one thing that she was happy about was that someone actually recognized the value in her plan. Though she did get some of that from the man who's name was Cyrus, it was mostly in recognition of the list and not so much of the actual plan. There's a time for murder and there's a time for logic, and right now is a time for logic. Killing the guards won't do us any good, and will only end up harming us in the long run. The best thing to do is get out undetected. Alyanna was hoping that someone else had experience in Alteration and Illusion, hopefully able to get them out of the dire situation.

"If we don't have anyone who knows, then we'll have to make do. The first step is getting out of this cage, to which we have some options. The first, and most obvious one, is find a way to break the lock. Brutish, loud, will likely get us in trouble and fail. Obviously not the smart choice." Obviously the dumbest choice out there, but that's digressing. "Second is is that we find a way to pick the lock. We could possibly find something to pick the lock with in here, or maybe one of you smuggled a pick in here. Though I'm assuming since no one has volunteered with that, no has one." She said with a slump sigh of disappointment. "Third, we could try to pickpocket it off the guard. Highly dangerous, but if successful, great results."

A purple aura appears around one of Sylri's hands. "Or we can just open the lock with magic. Then again, I'm game for blasting our way out of here as well." She says as her other hand glows red with fire. "Either way, we can get out. The number of mages in this one cell alone should be sufficient to escape with either plan. Though, when we do get out. We should open all of the other cells as well. More confusion, less likely we are to get caught."

She closes her hands and the Magicka returns to her body. "I'd also like to be able to find the evidence lockers. I know they tossed my stuff off of a cliff on the way here, but I bet that they have some nice things in there. Anything the Stormcloaks are keeping has to be useful. Or at the very worst, we can get into the barracks and arm ourselves with something aside from bare hands and magic."

[Congreveopia]

“My last escape attempt got me this transfer...” said Delmar.

He was leaning against a wall, staring off into space. He hadn’t really been paying attention to his cellmates. He’d tried to make friends in prison before. Sometimes he was transferred away. Sometimes they were. It never lasted, and at this point he had given up. Three had died. Two were executed. One was released, and assured Delmar that he would talk to Ulfric himself to get Delmar out of there if necessary. Four months later, Delmar had heard nothing from him and was transferred again.

“...I’m pretty sure this one will get me the chopping block.” he finished.

Delmar didn’t really know what he should do. He knew he didn’t want to die. Or did he? He turned the idea over in his head. Prison was a constant stream of minor tortures. Hunger, cold, thirst, aches, beatings, boredom. Death would at least be restful. And freedom would be… would be…

He didn’t know. Back in the first year or so, he’d cared for freedom a lot. Now that was so long ago. That person wasn’t him anymore. The world wasn’t the same one anymore. He knew the Stormcloaks won. He’d heard rumors of life on the outside, but he really didn’t know what to think about freedom. It was by now as alien an idea to him as the world beyond death. He remembered that he had wanted it, though. Back when he’d still had hope that he’d get out.

“Ah, what the hell.” he said, grinning “Chopping block’s better than this. I can throw a punch, and I used to be a blacksmith, but I guess you don’t have any forges around here. Heh. All of my plans have failed. I’ll follow yours. Once you’ve decided what it is.”

[Alouite]

"Unfortunately, I'm only gifted in the realm of Conjuration and Enchanting magics. The only Alteration magic I know is some transmutation spells to turn iron into silver that my mother taught me at some point, though that's hardly worth anything to us now." She stated, disappointed with herself at not being prepared for this situation. The one thing that she was happy about was that someone actually recognized the value in her plan. Though she did get some of that from the man who's name was Cyrus, it was mostly in recognition of the list and not so much of the actual plan. There's a time for murder and there's a time for logic, and right now is a time for logic. Killing the guards won't do us any good, and will only end up harming us in the long run. The best thing to do is get out undetected. Alyanna was hoping that someone else had experience in Alteration and Illusion, hopefully able to get them out of the dire situation.

"If we don't have anyone who knows, then we'll have to make do. The first step is getting out of this cage, to which we have some options. The first, and most obvious one, is find a way to break the lock. Brutish, loud, will likely get us in trouble and fail. Obviously not the smart choice." Obviously the dumbest choice out there, but that's digressing. "Second is is that we find a way to pick the lock. We could possibly find something to pick the lock with in here, or maybe one of you smuggled a pick in here. Though I'm assuming since no one has volunteered with that, no has one." She said with a slump sigh of disappointment. "Third, we could try to pickpocket it off the guard. Highly dangerous, but if successful, great results."

A purple aura appears around one of Sylri's hands. "Or we can just open the lock with magic. Then again, I'm game for blasting our way out of here as well." She says as her other hand glows red with fire. "Either way, we can get out. The number of mages in this one cell alone should be sufficient to escape with either plan. Though, when we do get out. We should open all of the other cells as well. More confusion, less likely we are to get caught."

She closes her hands and the Magicka returns to her body. "I'd also like to be able to find the evidence lockers. I know they tossed my stuff off of a cliff on the way here, but I bet that they have some nice things in there. Anything the Stormcloaks are keeping has to be useful. Or at the very worst, we can get into the barracks and arm ourselves with something aside from bare hands and magic."

"If you can pick the door Sylri, I will go get the uniforms, there should be enough of them in their supply room, then I just destroy the page with our names on the roster, and we're out. We will walk freely away from this place with no name to remind them of who to put bounties on. Within a few days of laying low, we'd truly be free. We will not be letting other prisoners out mainly because we might get caught up in the confusion you mentioned. And besides, not all prisoners here were wrongfully accused, But I will need a weapon, and if any of you mages that practice any kind of illusion or alteration are able to make me silent through all this it'd help, though I've done several ambushes in my day, so regardless, I will be prepared for my job here. Once we're out it'd be wise to go into the salt marshes, there are some dangerous animals and possibly a good bit of bandits, but once we're armed and armored, we will be able to survive at least a little while out there, from what I know as a high ranking guard in the Marakarth guard, the last place we'd expect escaped criminals would be in Forsworn territory, I'd assume they'd feel the same way about us being in the marshes. But if we go far enough east, we'll arrive in Hjaalmarch, and then it'll be smooth sailing. The guards there are little in number due to Morthal being one of the smaller hold capitals and the population there being quite low." Cyrus paused. "But that's getting too far ahead. Anyone feel like they'd have a good addition to my plan?"

[Nuxipal]

A purple aura appears around one of Sylri's hands. "Or we can just open the lock with magic. Then again, I'm game for blasting our way out of here as well." She says as her other hand glows red with fire. "Either way, we can get out. The number of mages in this one cell alone should be sufficient to escape with either plan. Though, when we do get out. We should open all of the other cells as well. More confusion, less likely we are to get caught."

She closes her hands and the Magicka returns to her body. "I'd also like to be able to find the evidence lockers. I know they tossed my stuff off of a cliff on the way here, but I bet that they have some nice things in there. Anything the Stormcloaks are keeping has to be useful. Or at the very worst, we can get into the barracks and arm ourselves with something aside from bare hands and magic."

"If you can pick the door Sylri, I will go get the uniforms, there should be enough of them in their supply room, then I just destroy the page with our names on the roster, and we're out. We will walk freely away from this place with no name to remind them of who to put bounties on. Within a few days of laying low, we'd truly be free. We will not be letting other prisoners out mainly because we might get caught up in the confusion you mentioned. And besides, not all prisoners here were wrongfully accused, But I will need a weapon, and if any of you mages that practice any kind of illusion or alteration are able to make me silent through all this it'd help, though I've done several ambushes in my day, so regardless, I will be prepared for my job here. Once we're out it'd be wise to go into the salt marshes, there are some dangerous animals and possibly a good bit of bandits, but once we're armed and armored, we will be able to survive at least a little while out there, from what I know as a high ranking guard in the Marakarth guard, the last place we'd expect escaped criminals would be in Forsworn territory, I'd assume they'd feel the same way about us being in the marshes. But if we go far enough east, we'll arrive in Hjaalmarch, and then it'll be smooth sailing. The guards there are little in number due to Morthal being one of the smaller hold capitals and the population there being quite low." Cyrus paused. "But that's getting too far ahead. Anyone feel like they'd have a good addition to my plan?"

"As soon as everyone is ready, I got the door. Once we are all out, I can either leave the door open, or do one better and lock the door again. If we destroy the documents that we were ever here, and the cell is empty. All physical evidence should suggest to the Jarl that the cell was always empty and that the prisoners can either be distributed more or that more prisoners could be brought into the prison. We will have made our escape east by then. However, I would rather us go south. I know Whiterun pretty well and the plains are home to many travelers going in all kinds of directions. From whiterun, we could all easily disperse and never see each other again if that is what we all wish."

She looked at the group and walked towards the gate that held them in. Some of the other Prisoners had already gone to sleep across the way from them and there was no sign of the guards. I wonder what time it is, there are no windows here. For all I know its late at night and now is the best time..

[Dain II Ironfoot]

Prison
"We are all in here for a reason, there's no need to make yourself look like an innocent man." Kurmash said as he heard Cyrus talking about it. Kurmash then walked over to the Iron bars then kept them from reaching the rest of the prison, "I'm searching the cells once i get out of this one, there might be a friend of mine locked in here aswell. he then said, thinking back of his companion that he had not seen for long time. Kurmash still wondered why the two where seperated, usually people where send all to the same prison but for some reason this wasn't the case with Kurmash and his companion.
Kurmash then looked back at the rest, "Well, if you want to go now then hurry up, i'm not planning on eating lunch hrere."

[Insaeldor]

I guess no one was familiar with those schools. At any rate the plan being forged was good enough for me, I didn't care we got out so long as we can live through the escape. My thoughts however as for the direction in which we should escape was completly different as I wished to take the roads through the Pale and to Winterhold so I my return to the one place I truly belonged. Maybe I could bring along Alyanna and see if she can get an apprenticeship along side Phinis Gestor of he's still at the college that is he was getting frail in his old age maybe he's retired from teaching? Anyway I might still have away there not to mention the rumors surrounding this Eye of Magnus which was supposedly discovered by the college is old Nordic ruins but wether it's true or just the simple ramblings of a deranged prisoner.

Noticing the other Mage Sylri wishing to unlock the gates I simply kept myself cool but I couldn't help but remember that name. Was she one who grew up with me in the Grey Quarter or could I be mistaken? Ether way she had an Aura about her that screamed power and given her heritage which she so boastfully exposed to is I was not surprised she could in all actuality be on par if not better then me but I had no intrest in discovering ether but only that we got out of here withough to much trouble.