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[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Soldier 1 Def]1d100 rolled for a total of: 89 (89)[/spoiler]

Seeing the Dark Elf roll he leaps back out of range of her small blade. Flurishing his sword he attempts to dissarm her.....Literaly.

[spoiler=Soldier 1 Atk]1d100 rolled for a total of: 81 (81)[/spoiler]

Seeing his friend in combat the second soldier moves in to assist him.

[spoiler=ooc]The 2nd soldier though moving into combat is not close enough to be a threat at the moment but after the next turn will be able to assist. You will then be outnumbered and will follow the outnumbered combat rules, which I will explain 'if' that happens. good luck[/spoiler]

[Draco Ny'ade]

Receives a nasty slash on her right wrist, forcing her to drop the weapon and fall to the ground in pain

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Both guards now stand over you with their blades pointed. "Surrender now to the Empire or die on the ground you lay."

[Draco Ny'ade]

"alright alright!" she mutters through clenched teeth. "Aghh!" moans in pain as she sits up

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The second guard Produces a pair of iron manicles and lifting her to her feet proceeds to shackle her hands behind her. "Take her to the cell." The first instructed, "I will send word to the garrison at Thatch they will collect her."

You are then roughly taken into the guard hut.

[Draco Ny'ade]

waits in adamant silence as she realizes that she will probably be executed

[Talon Lord Othrim]

She is left in a small steel cell. Hands still bound behind her. All is quiet but for the conversation of the guards in the other room. She cant make out all of what is said but just enough to make out that one of them will be leaving for Thatch whilst the other keeps post here.

[Draco Ny'ade]

with no weapons she simply waits, unable to do anything

[Talon Lord Othrim]

For the next three days she is left in her cell. Food and water brought periodically throughout by her captor.

"They should be arriving for you some time today wench!" His tone level with a hint of relief.

[Draco Ny'ade]

"Sod off and die!" sticks 1 digit up at him before cursing rapidly in elven

[Talon Lord Othrim]

After several hours alone she hears a commotion outside. Horses and wagons and raised voices. From her cell she could see a merchant caravan had drawn up to the check point and the guard was busy collecting their toll fee's.

[Draco Ny'ade]

She attempts two quick spells. One to make some cargo fall off the caravan and a second to try and retrieve keys to the manacles and the cell door

1d100 rolled for a total of: 61 (61)

1d100 rolled for a total of: 65 (65)

[Talon Lord Othrim]

The heavy iron shackles make it difficult for her to perform the required gestures however by manipulating the invisible energies she manages to snap the securing ropes of one of the wagons. Bolts of cloth shift and tumble to the ground below prompting shouts from the caravan master.

The keys however were far easier to obtain.

[Draco Ny'ade]

She quickly pops off the shackles and unlocks the door to the cell. stealthily moving out of the room, she looks to retrieve her weapons.

[Talon Lord Othrim]

Her scimitar and daggers were bound in cloth sacking and resided in a large chest. She had heard they planned on handing them over to the Marshals as proof of her intent to do harm.

There was still alot of shouting and commotion outside. Looking around she had two options. To leave via the door which led out towards the merchant caravan or to climb a set of ladders which took her up onto the roof of the guards tower.

[Draco Ny'ade]

Spoiler

are there any guards with the caravan, or just the two soldiers?

[Talon Lord Othrim]

[spoiler=Reply] The Caravan will have guards but only hired men not official empire guards.[/spoiler]

[Draco Ny'ade]

climbing out onto the roof, she looks for means of escape that do not involve a fight

[Talon Lord Othrim]

At the top of the ladder a trap door opened up onto the roof. Flat with a small thatched canopy to keep the weather off. She could see for many miles from this spot. Below she could see now 8 wagons. Some covered, some open and all had various different goods for sale. The merchants had cleaned the earlier mess and were now paying their dues to her captor.

[Draco Ny'ade]

With a flick of the wrist she cuts the air from one soldiers throat

1d100 rolled for a total of: 37 (37)