Private Above The Law [18+]

[EpicVakarian]

The Iceshelf wasn't exactly homely. Freezing cold weather, freezing cold walls and freezing cold personalities. The majority of the prisoners were political, but some were just plain criminals. Allie Hawksley, a rare breed of assassin that preferred only to kill the targets she was given, and none other, was one of these prisoners.

She'd been caught stealing from a Khajiit caravan after she'd almost died of starvation on the road, and the Emperor had tried to maintain relations with the Khajiiti by sending her here. They'd taken her clothes, her gear and her weapons; the short-sword and the bow. They'd thrown her in with political prisoners like Natch Lex and the airship captain Finn Everswyck, and forced her to resign to prison.

She hadn't, of course. She was working on an escape plan, one that would involve simply disappearing and finding her way out before the guards even noticed she was gone. It was this that Allie specialized in; moving about unseen and unheard, only to make the deadliest strike and disappear again.

"Wakey, wakey!" The guardsman's arrogant voice echoed around the icy, cavernous walls of the prison as he clanged the hilt of his sword against the bars. People like him made Allie wish she didn't have such a prevalent conscience. "Get up, you lazy buggers! There's no oversleeping allowed here, as Tripp will tell you." He was referring to another prisoner; Tripp had overslept a few days ago, and had lost half of his left arm as punishment.

Allie's eyes opened swiftly, and she swung herself out of bed as the cell doors opened. She stood at the doorway obediently, waiting for the guards to come and put on the ankle-cuffs that were customary to preventing escape. They came, turning the key with the little clink that signified to Allie that the day had begun. She followed a guard down to the yard, leaning against an iron container full of food for the guards to throw out for entertainment. Leaning her head down, her hair shielded her face, and she waited.

This was no ordinary day; her escape plan was almost complete. She knew a thief among the prisoners, Selina Page. She was in here for the murder of several members of the "royal" family, though only ones that had stayed loyal to Arcturus, so Allie bore no quarrels with her. Selina had devised a way to collect the keys from a guard, so she could free anyone that would come with them. Allie's job today was to secure places; only eight people could escape, including Allie and Selina themselves. Allie had to get six people willing to escape and possibly, if her private plan worked, fight the Emperor with her.

Allie had a couple of ideas; namely, Lex and Everswyck, but other than those two, she had no idea who to ask. And if she asked the wrong people, she might well be killed.

 

[Farthlion]

Natch had a special name for the guard who came by each morning. It was always the same one, a man with a scruffy beard and a foul odor. Both of these traits could have stemmed some good nicknames, but the Imperial preferred "Rooster" due to the fact that the guard always woke him up. Of course, Natch would never speak this name out loud - it was much too risky here in the Iceshelf. That and Natch didn't think it was worth the effort to give the man exactly what he wanted - which was a reason to punish him. He simply kept his eyes on the wall in front of him as his ankle shackles were secured.

Natch and several others were led down the corridor chilly corridor and into the yard, where others were gathering. The air was even colder out there, and though his clothing was warm, it was not the quality that the Lex was used to. Based on the direction of the snowfall today, Natch determined that the wind was coming from the east. He would be warmest if he found a spot against the east wall. And safest.

Security was very tight within the prison - he had seen a couple of fights bust out, but there was very little contraband brought in from the outside world to make things dangerous. The few weapons one would find inside the walls were made from the ice that practically layered the area. For the most part, Natch was worried about the guards. They were quite shallow and cruel - even by Natch's low standards. He had been responsible for the deaths and strategic torture of several men who dared to cross his family, but he at least had his reasoning for that. He had an objective and importance to each time he caused someone pain. These guards were pointlessly baiting the prisoners. For that, he was grateful of the icy wall that protected his back.

The Imperial was quite charismatic, but he also didn't think a lot of things were worth his effort. The other prisoners, for example, fit this description. His time in the Iceshelf had mainly consisted of people-watching. Watching them fight over scraps of half-frozen food was pathetic. He was quite hungry himself, but he wouldn't stoop so low as to grovel on the ground in search of a crumb. He wouldn't give the guards any satisfaction.

There were a couple of prisoners who had managed to catch his attention though. Rumor had it that Vonos Dres, the royal enforcer (or ex-royal enforcer if he was here), was in the Iceshelf. Coming from a political background, Natch knew very well about the elf. It was often not a good thing if your name was mentioned in the same sentence. He had yet to see the dark elf in person, but was sure that he would have recognized the mercenary.

Apparently the Dark Brotherhood member who had attempted to kill the Emperor was also enjoying the luxuries of the Iceshelf. Natch didn't know his name, but it didn't matter. In his world, nobody cared about the name of a killer - just the name of the person who he was sent by. Still, the Imperial was surprised that they hadn't locked the man up somewhere with a higher level of security. The Iceshelf was pretty inescapable, but it wasn't the place you wanted to lock up a notorious assassin.

Natch wasn't sure how, but he was certain he was going to get out of the Iceshelf. His intentions were clear in his mind. Once out, he would repay Arcturus's favor and destroy everything he held dear. That was most definitely worth his time and effort. No one messes with a Lex and gets away with it.

 

[Navare]

"Ah yes, time to go to the yard?" Ruran smirked, watching as the guard locked the ankle shackles in place. "Oh yes, I love when you put those on. Makes me feel so...submissive." Rolling her eyes, the guard simply stood, leading him to the yard while ignoring his comments. Ruran certainly had an air of charisma about him, and he was lucky he had too. Otherwise he certainly wouldn't have both of his arms at this point.

Taking a deep breath as the cold air hit his face, Ruran allowed his body and mind to succumb to the weather, embracing the calming effect it brought him. Already his mind was hard at work, scanning his environment like it did everyday, learning every little piece of information it could. As an assassin one most know as much as possible about their surroundings. Especially the important parts. And right now, his fellow prisoners were important.

Making his way to a nearby wall, Ruran glanced around and folded his arms, judging all those present. The first to catch his eye was a short female breton. Pretty one. Smart. Kind most of the time, but kindness doesn't land you in a place like this. Before he could react a laugh escaped his lips, the very thought of such a small, beautiful creature doing harm beyond logic. But she was a cunning little one. He had seen her, working on a plan of some sort. Escape? Most likely.

Allowing his head to continue it's turn, his gaze next fell upon an imperial, around his age, perhaps younger. Lazy? It appeared so, in his movements. But not in his mind. Before Ruran could complete his deduction he noticed the imperial glance at him, and he quickly averted his gaze. Most definitely, analytic. Moving on;

Ah yes, the elven-nord thing. Elf? No, nord...perhaps a little bit of both? Shaking his head, Ruran decided he really didn't care. Sharp tongue on her. She'll get herself in trouble. Sweet. Yet fiery. Intriguing character.

Finding nothing else of interest, Ruran sighed and let boredom set in, merely allowing his eyes to close as he leaned his head against the wall, waiting for something interesting to occur.

 

[Delusional]

Finn shivered again as another gust of freezing winter winds whistled through the cracks in the icy wall that marked the perimeter around the prison yard. It was yet another typical day within the secluded, frigid bastille known as the Iceshelf.

Finn had been locked up in the Iceshelf for quite a while, but the cold still got to him. In the Iceshelf, as Finn had quickly learned soon after he had first arrived, warmth is unheard of, and the chill in the air can beat down even the toughest of criminals. So far during his stay, he had personally witnessed at least a dozen hardened thugs of criminals succumb to the freezing temperatures and perish, trapped within the thick walls of ice forever.

On this especially cool day, Finn had located himself at his usual spot during their brief yard time--a slight mishap in the ice wall that provided, if only a little, shelter from the biting winds. Leaning against the slick wall, Finn surveyed the yard before him as he had done almost every day before this one.

The usual ruckus that plagued the yard was still present, of course, as bored guards tossed morsels of stale food into a crowd of prisoners just to revel in the colossal fight that ensued. Finn had developed quite the disdain for the guards of the Iceshelf, which was usually the case among the populace of the prison. They were heartless. Whether that was simply the nature of their personalities, or a mix of all the disadvantages of being stationed at the Iceshelf--such as being cold, boredom, eating half-frozen food, and being cold--Finn did not know, and he did not care to know. Simply put, the guards were as cruel as the chilling winds and snow that roared through the prison daily.

On this particular day, though, something felt different. The yard seemed... tense. It almost seemed as if something that had been steaming up for much too long was finally about to boil over. Surveying the yard again and again, his eyes sweeping across the hordes of frozen prisoners milling about, Finn thought.

Could this feeling... be something? What if... Finn wondered as his eyes landed on a short female across the yard. She was leaning against an iron container situated along the far wall, next to one of the few entrances into the yard, with her head down, hair shrouding her face. Finn squinted his eyes and furrowed his brow as he examined the woman. Have I ever seen her before? Why do I feel so strange about her? Finn was just about to dismiss the whole ordeal and return to shivering within his small shelter when he heard voice to his left.

"Pretty boy." The man's voice was gruff and his words were somewhat slurred and almost unintelligible. From day one, several of the hardened prisoners had taken to calling the young former captain "pretty boy" due to his longer, silky hair--a nickname Finn got used to after he was almost beat to death the first time he lashed back.

"What is it, Dunce?" Finn replied, sighing. He recognized the stupid oaf Dunce's voice almost immediately, very easy to distinguish with its characteristic grunting sound.

"Not happy. You have nice spot. Wind cold. Pretty boy move." Without so much as a glance to his left and to Dunce, arguably the least intelligent inmate incarcerated in the Iceshelf, Finn sighed again and lifted himself from his small refuge and turned to walk away.

"There you go, Dunce. Have fun." Finn began walking along the perimeter of the wall at a slow, leisurely pace. While the wind was even colder if you moved slow, he really wanted to watch Dunce try to fit into his small nook in the wall.

In any normal situation, Finn would have openly defied the lumbering moron and refused to give up that spot. However, it didn't take very long detained in the Iceshelf before Finn learned that he ought to hold his tongue and go with the flow if he wanted to still entertain the possibility of making it out alive.

Finn was about a dozen meters away from his former refuge before he looked back to the comical sight of the massive Dunce trying to jam himself into the wedge between the ice. With a chuckle and a smirk, Finn thought, I guess you've got to give some to get some. Heh.

 

[SkyrimFreak]

Fariel sighed quietly as she heard a guard hitting his sword against the doors of other cells, knowing it was time to go to the yard. She got up slowly, and stretched, trying to wake up a little. She conjured up a small ball of flame that her limited mana would allow, warming her fingers slightly. Fariel soon got rid of it as she heard the guard coming, dragging along those cursed ankle shackles that were made to prevent escape.

Fariel allowed the guard to put on the shackles, knowing full well that it was pointless to try and stop that. She winced as she felt the freezing metal, as it was quite a bit colder than everything else. She did her best to ignore it though, shuffling along with the other prisoners towards the yard. Fariel sat down against a wall, watching the guards tossing pieces of stale food in the center of the room, other prisoners fighting over the small bit of sustenance it provided. She still remembered the second day she had been here, she had been one of those people in the crowd. It hadn't taken long for her to realize that doing that was a good way to get herself killed.

Not nearly for the first time, she wished she had full use of her magic. If she had, she would have escaped long ago. Fariel started looking around as she'd been doing most days, looking for something interesting. She frowned slightly, as something didn't seem normal about today. She looked more closely at everyone, seeing a few others that seemed fairly on edge too, clearly were noticing the same thing. Well, I guess I'll just keep a closer eye on everything then. If its nothing, then it won't make any difference either way.

Fariel used the bit of mana she had been storing up, and diverted a particularly large piece of bread from its former path and towards her. She caught it and nibbled on it, waiting to see what would happen next.

 

[A.Auditore]

"Doctor Page, you're under arrest for poisoning Sir Ryan Viktor-Crysis" she smiled, raising her hands above her head and placing them on the back of her skull, standing up slowly "So it seems the dogs have finally caught up" turning around, giving them her signature smile "Problem is.." She pulled syringes from her hair throwing them at the two guards, the needles finding their place in the jugular, she straightened her blouse, grabbing her coat off the chair, wrapping it around herself, she walked over towards the fallen men "it's Doctor Selina Craven Page... And I don't really feel like being cuffed today" she pulled the syringes and wiped the needles, placing them back. She headed outside her little home, spotting more guards heading her way "Well, plops..." She turned the other way and headed down the alley "They are getting smarter I suppose, sending more than just two" looking over her shoulder seeing they had disappeared, she turned another corner, carelessly not looking ahead of her she ran straight into another guard, grabbing her wrist,smiling down at her "Miss Craven-Page I assume?" She tried to struggle but he held on tight "You're wanted for murder, for Royal blood and Royal Guards, it's off to the Iceshelf with you".

And that's how Selina ended up here in this frozen wasteland of a prison, the beds where not even beds, they were carved blocks of ice with thin animal skins thrown across. She hated the cold more than anything but then there were few who actually liked it. "Wake up!" the sound of the guards voice echoed in her ears, Her eyes flew open scanning the iced wall, grunting as she pushed the "covers" down and jumped out of bed "Hands against the wall Selina" rolling her eyes "Scared I'm going to try to stab you again Colonel?" Smiling she did as she was asked, feeling the guards hands pat her down "I didn't take anything from the lab, not that completely stupid" feeling the cold shackles touch her skin she shivered "Ever think of heating those up a bit I know we are in the frozen pits of the underworld but come on" there was a light smack on her rump "Enough from you, get in line" she was turned around and shoved into the line forming outside her cell.

Reaching the outside the wind blew up and around her "Awful weather" the cold air nipped her face as she felt moisture being pulled away from her skin. Selina walked around the edge, glancing around at the other inmates, finally spotting Allie, she started to head over towards her direction only to change her course towards a guard standing watch, hopefully having what she had been asking for. As she approached the guard "Do you have my clay that I asked for?" the guard looked her up and down "Perhaps, but you know what I want in return" she sighed reaching in her hair and pulling out a small vial filled with a purple liquid, handing it to him, as he reached for it she pulled it back towards her "Not uh you first" he shifted his weight back and forth and finally reached into his pocket and pulled out a lump of clay "What are you going to do with this?" she snatched it from his hand and placed the vial into his empty hand "Not really your business but if you must really know, Im planning to mold it into little animals" lying through her smile she bounced, the best she could at least with the shackles around her ankles, placing the clay in a torn wrap and hiding it away in her hair, she headed towards Allie.

 

[Osiris]

Vonos awoke with a sharp shiver, groggily opening his eyes to see his breath create a thin mist in front of him. He had only been locked up a few days, but the cold of Winterhold was bitter and unforgiving to the Dark Elf. The prison, called the "Ice Shelf," was a pen that held a pool of political prisoners and foul criminals, Vonos couldn't help but feel he was both. Of course he knew he ran the risk being incarcerated, it was a gamble that accompanied his job as a sell-sword. As he recalled, this had been the result of a failed mission to silence a voice of rebellion in Skyrim, he had been foolish to accept, but the reward in gold was too good to pass up. "This what happens when you try to play assassin..." he grumbled in annoyance, standing up and resting his head on the jail cell bars.

The Dunmer would be lying if he said he didn't feel at home, even in Solstheim during his youth, Vonos had felt like a stranger. Now, he was surrounded by people entirely unknown to him, unaware of his crimes and not concerned enough to ask. A guard ran an iron mace against the cold steel bars of the cell, making an irritating clanging sound. "Out to the Yard Elf," the Guard growled. Vonos simply nodded, allowing the man to tighten shackles around his wrists and shove him into line with an assortment of other inmates. The Yard was just as unforgiving as the cold, Guards entertained themelves by watching prisoners tear each other apart for meager morsels of stale food. Vonos was no fool, he wasn't about to die in some courtyard brawl for a few crumbs, and so he went hungry. His shackles were taken off, the Elf immediately going to lean against a wall, arms crossed as he tried to maintain warmth in the rag he was given after his gear was confiscated. Noticing a gold skinned Altmer woman nibbling on a piece of bread, Vonos eyed her playfully, giving a wink and a smile, "Maybe she has more food," he thought as his stomach growled.

 

[Wolfbane]

"Wake up," The guard slammed the pommel of his sword on the icy iron bars, making the breton turn to face him. This cell has been his "home" ever since his last job. He was tasked to kill a woman that was a friend and trusted colleague of the Emperor, a man who needed an early grave like his friend. Menro did the job well, and now he was paying for it. The breton is known to enjoy his killing, much to his dismay. It's like a primal entity that possesses and controls him. Now the blood and screams were around him, and he was the victim.

"I'm already up, you fool. Come on, let's get this over with. Wouldn't want you to freeze. Although I reckon you wouldn't freeze seeing how you probably ate the last man that died of hunger." He gave his usual defying laugh, which the guards came to know and hate. Without saying a word, the guard smacked him upside the head, knocking him to his knees, then forced the cuffs on him.

"Easy to beat a man whose starving! If I was well fed and rested,your eyeballs would be lodged in your throat!"
"Get up and out to the yard!"
"Might as well force me outside in the world. It would be better than dealing with a pile of waste like you. Were you always this miserable or did it happen over time?"

Once again he was hit, but this time in his side. He often wondered why he fights like this, but he realizes its his way to fight back and show he was at the mercy of no man or woman. If he died in this frozen, rocky cage, he'll die being a pain in the ass. Once he was on the yard, a half frozen piece of bread fell from the sky by their guard over-watchers. This caused two beaten human animals to fight like starving foxes over a bunny. The sight made him shake his head out of the harsh outlook of the life expectancy of this place, and what it can do to a person. As he looked around to find a keep warm and maybe get some time in. He didn't like the idea of it, but it could keep his body warm for only a short time at the expense of running it down. There were other people of recognition at the Iceshelf, but one he knew by name; the ever popular Dr. Page. There was something in the air that frozen, doom ridden day. he couldn't place it, but there was something about to happen. All he knew is that he wanted to be apart of it.

I need to get out of this place. Somehow and someway. If I don't die from starvation or hypothermia, I'll end up killing myself resisting. What I would do for a warm meal and a warm place to sleep. His body shook at the thought of warm food and bed. He brought himself back to the harsh reality and looked around once more. Thinking won't help me now. I need to stay in the moment and analyze my options, which are very few. As much as he wanted to get out, there wasn't a surefire way. Not at the moment at least...

 

[EpicVakarian]

It wasn't long before there was a disturbance among the ranks. First off, some food was thrown into the mix by a pair of guards who laughed as two prisoners fought each other for the tiny handful of bread. In the background, Allie noticed the airship captain Everswyck having a stand-off with a tall, thick prisoner everyone called Dunce. Everswyck gave up his spot, chuckling to himself as Dunce tried to force himself into the tight corner. Smiling inwardly to herself, she glanced around, hoping to see Doctor Page.

And sure enough, there she was, heading right for Allie.
"Selina, tell me you've got it," Allie murmured hopefully, referring to the clay they needed to get a mould of the key. Without it, they would have to wait at least another couple of weeks before they had as good a chance of escaping as they did now.

 

[Farthlion]

Natch watch curiously as the groups of prisoners huddled together to stay warm. One could easily discern the groups, as each belonged to a different race, social class, or other demographic. Argonians stood together, their tails curled as if if helped to gather more heat. Natch briefly wondered if their scales acted as a source of warmth, or if their hard shells attracted warmth. On the other side of the yard, a group of prisoners stood tall. Judging by their attempts to maintain their appearances, these were wealthier men and women. Only they would be concerned with not getting stains on their uniforms in a place like the Iceshelf.

His eyes drifted to another section of the yard. A pretty female Breton was being approached by a short Altmer woman. Now this was quite strange. They didn't seem to match up in any specific demographic, other than that they were both women. Even then, elves in the Iceshelf tended to stick together - same with the Bretons. It was just how things went. There were a few loners - but the races never truly crossed unless there was an altercation. In order to survive, you needed to either make friends or have the restraint to not talk back. Natch qualified as someone in the latter category.

The Imperial studiously watched as the Breton murmured something to the elf. She was definitely attempting to be discreet about something. Usually, when one was being discreet about things in the Iceshelf, it meant they were attempting to hide that they were planning something. Not more than a week ago, Natch observed suspicious behavior from a group of Redguards. They had been whispering every day in the yard, for four days. On the fifth day, the largest of the Redguards ended up attacking a guard. He wasn't seen from since. While these two women were most definitely in the Iceshelf for a reason, they had to be mad to have any ideas about attacking anyone in the prison. The majority of their fellow residents were much larger, and even if the attack was successful, the consequences afterward were definitely not worth it. No, these two women were not mad by any extent. Quite sane, by Natch's judgement. The only other possible reason for this brand of behavior was that they were planning an escape, and Natch wanted in on their plan.

Before he could finish his thought, the young Imperial left his spot by the wall and began walking toward the two women. He casually approached, and without so much as a greeting, he got to work, "You two should be more discreet. Anyone in the yard with a brain could put two-and-two together and tell what you are planning," he smiled lazily. He wasn't here to make friends, but he figured he should at least smile to let them know that he wasn't going to rat them out to the guards. So long as they were obliged to include him in their plan. "Ladies, my name is Natch Lex, and I would like to join you."

 

[Delusional]

As Finn crept along the perimeter of the yard he couldn't help but notice the young Breton female who had caught his eye earlier. She remained across the yard, huddled against the iron container; however, another woman approached her. This woman an elf, she slid up beside the Breton and the two appeared to exchange suspicious, discreet whispers and murmurs. Now profoundly intrigued, Finn quickened his pace around the yard in hopes that perhaps he would be able to sneak in a few words with the woman and her cohort before their yard time was over.

It was not just coincidence that these two women happened to come together and exchange words. In the Iceshelf, you found two types of prisoners: those who were smart, and those who were not. The prisoners who weren't smart usually turned up dead or just simply disappeared. The smart ones adapted and found ways to survive inside the prison. Since new prisoners were trucked in infrequently and in bulk, the majority of the prisoner populace incarcerated within the Iceshelf at any given time were smart and knew how to survive, because those who didn't adapt had probably already perished. The only time this wasn't the case was the first week or so following a new shipment of prisoners, but usually they were quickly weeded out by the guards and the weather.

And as such, Finn had never seen the kind of behavior demonstrated by the Breton and her elf friend. It was clearly a style of communication intended to be secretive, most likely dealing with plans of escape or other forms of sabotage, but usually the guards picked up on it rather quickly and dealt with it accordingly. It was always a surprise to see such veteran inmates communicating in such a novice manner; it made Finn wonder why they hadn't been discovered yet.

The winds tugged at Finn's ratty prisoner garments as he made his way along the yard wall, chilling him to the bone. He had almost forgotten how cold the yard was after having the luxury of hiding away in his crevice, sheltered from the brunt of the biting winds. Finn shivered and pulled his hood even further over his head following a particularly brutal gust that caused him to stagger and almost lose his balance.

About halfway around the yard's perimeter, Finn looked up from the ground to study the two women again; perhaps he could infer a thing or two about them before they even met. However, a new face had joined the two women. An Imperial this time, and a man at that.

The young Imperial captain was now positively confused. Two women and a man, all three different races, all gathered together in conversation? It was unlike anything Finn had ever witnessed before in the Iceshelf. There was no doubt that with such behavior these three inmates would soon be discovered and dealt with, yet Finn wasn't quite sure. If they've managed to survive this long, they must be doing something right. So, dismissing any inklings of doubt that may surround this unusual meeting, Finn approached the group quietly.

"Excuse me," Finn started, curious, confused and inquisitive, "but I spied you all from across the yard and couldn't help but notice how odd this all seemed." It appeared to Finn that his entrance into this conversation was unexpected, and the collective expression was one of uncertainty and suspicion.

"Don't worry, I don't intend on revealing any secret plots or whatever other plans you may have," Finn said reassuringly. "Though, I am delightfully intrigued. Would you care to elaborate?"

 

[A.Auditore]

Crossing the yard she noticed the Breton,"I think they call him Ruran" looking at her, she winked at him giving a small kiss to the wind before shaking her head laughing softly to herself, she began to watch the other inmates from being pushed from spots into the unforgiving icy wind to nibbling on hidden bread, to fighting guards and other inmates, her eyes caught Menros, smiling sweetly at him before looking down at the ground smiling to herself luckily the cold wind was there to mask her blushing, as she reached Allie "you got the clay?" She looked at her "Shhh woman" she whispered to Allie and as she was about to answer her, an imperial had approached them and started shooting questions.

"Excuse me? Excuse me?!" Her voice started to get higher but she quickly lowered it when eyes started to look towards them "What makes you think we are up to something?" She placed her hands on her hips "What? Two females cant just talking in the yard without someone thinking something? Huh? Just because two different races are chatting you assume we are up to something?" she poked him in the chest "You have some nerve going off thinking that do you even know what happens to people that go assuming stuff like that?!" She pointed towards the poor man hanging from the bars "For all you know we could be changing female stuff around... Or perhaps you saw two females getting together and thinking that perhaps you could get lucky?" she glared at him, looking at Allie who was giving her the calm the hell down look, then back to him.

she breathed deeply, looking around "Fine but I'm not saying we are or are not planning anything" she touched her pointed ears, to motion that ears are everywhere and those that get information to the guards get rewarded in other words the "Rats of Iceshelf" she moved closer to Allie, reaching into her purple locks pulling out the torn wrap and placing it discreetly into her hand "And you know me Love, I always deliver" just as she was sitting down on the ground that was covered in hay, another imperial had approached them, she rolled her eyes and covered her face the best she could with a wrap "Let me guess...." As she was going to finish the yard speakers blared out "Attention Selina Page to the lab, Selina Page to the lab" gritting her teeth, standing up brushing off the snow that had collected on her clothes "It's Dr.Selina Craven-Page you bastards!" She shook her fist in the air, straightening her clothes turning towards Allie and the two Imperials "Excuse me. Allie I trust you can.." Looking between the two men "You can handle this? If not Drakes over there" she pointed towards her personal yard help the bulky wood elf, she smiled at them "Until then..." Turning on her heels she headed towards the building and up to the gate

"What do you want halfie" letting out a low sigh "I was being paged you low-classed filth!" The gate unlocked as she stepped through the guard hit her in the side with his baton dropping her to the ground "You'll show respect one day, if the warden wasn't so keen on his poison maker you'd of already been rotting in the hole" holding her side she was lifted up by her shoulder and elbow, a female voice spoke out "And you'll show respect to those the warden favors, or should I go and tell him how you treat the others? Come Selina, you are wanted in the lab to treat a few patients" she was lead down the green lighted hall towards the green down leading into the lab.

 

[Navare]

"Well, clearly they're a VERY secretive group," Ruran mumbled sarcastically, pushing himself up from the wall. Perhaps they're the ones I was sent for. If so, I doubt the emperor actually should be worried about anything. Reaching up to stroke his short goatee beard, Ruran contemplated approaching them, and trying to find out their plans. I doubt they'd tell just anyone their plans. Surely my mission will be harder than that. Hopefully.

Suddenly receiving a stiff shoulder, Ruran growled at the guard whom had just rudely walked past him, but he was quickly distracted by the piece of paper he had been discreetly handed. Unfolding it, Ruran studied the writing, a grin smiling across his face as he did so. It detailed a dark elf present in The Iceshelf, by the name of Vonos Dres. Apparently he was an enforcer for the emperor, and it seemed he was to assist Ruran with quelling the pathetic rebellion brewing here. Seems like we could get along just fine.

A quick scan of the yard quickly revealed the dark elf's location, and before the dark elf even realised Ruran was at his side, handing him the once again folded piece of paper. "Perhaps you've heard of me," Ruran smirked, looking straight ahead as the Dark Elf hesitantly pulled the piece of paper from Ruran's grip. "Ruran Tristyn. Seems we've got a small job to take care of Vonos"

 

[SkyrimFreak]

Fariel stared as an elf walked over to a breton, and they started speaking in whispers. They are clearly planning an escape and they don't seem to realize how much attention they are bringing. A few of people besides her seemed to know what they were planning, and wanted to be a part of it. She frowned as an imperial walked over to them, and started talking to them. He was closely followed by another imperial. Fariel wondered why they were being so... direct. In her experience it was best to be subtle.

Still, Fariel wanted in on this plan. No one in their right mind would want to stay here when they could escape. She went closer to the odd group, just enough to hear them. Being included in this plan, she realized, could prove to be difficult considering she wasn't able to use her familiars to talk while in this prison. Fariel became even more interested in the group when the speakers in the yard said, "Attention Selina Page to the lab, Selina Page to the lab." The people who run this hellhole have a prisoner working in a lab? Now why's that? Fariel hung back enough to not be considered in the group however, as the guards were giving the group odd looks, clearly suspicious of something.

Fariel was nervous though, she wasn't sure about what would happen next. From personal experience, she figured that the breton woman wouldn't react well to a bunch of people approaching her, but this could easily not be the case. Still, what was extremely likely to happen, was guards investigating, it was not very likely at all that the guards would miss this and the prisoners wouldn't. Fariel did her best to stop thinking about the guards, and continued listening to the strange group.

 

[Osiris]

Vonos was suddenly approached by an unfamiliar man. He introduced himself as Ruran Tristyn, mentioning a job that needed to be taken care of. "Ah, I had a feeling this wasn't all it seemed to be, though I would have liked to know of the plan beforehand, here I thought I was actually being detained," Vonos smirked. Reading the notes contents, the Dark Elf nodded his head, "Alright, this should be a rather simple chore," he whispered. Eyeing the yard, he noticed the Altmer woma subtly getting closer to the group. "Do we have anything to work with?" Vonos suddenly questioned, "This will require weapons, buying off officials, the sorts."

 

[Wolfbane]

hearing an ever growing flow of chatter, he looked up to see a group of prisoners "discreetly" conversing. Not very clever if you ask me. First you have a big group, the passing of objects, then straight forward comments. You have quite the obvious sight. Use a message system or messenger. You could even risk a drop off. Although I suppose this cold could make one's thought process slow. "Attention Selina Page to the lab, Selina Page to the lab" The announcement rang through out the yard, and garnered no attention but his and the doctor's. He waited until she was inside, holding back the need to try to fight the guard due to the treatment of the girl, then came up with a way to get inside. I probably have something broken or other. If not, there's always Dunce, even though he's enjoying himself. He looked over his shaking shoulder to spot Dunce having a wild go at the wedge between the walls. Hells, I don't know how the man does it. Wouldn't it stick to the ice? I imagine it doesn't feel to pleasant. But if you're in need, you're in need. Get in the pain free way, or the fun way. Choices, choices. Might as well go with the fun way!

He gave a mischievous smile and slowly made his way to Dunce, who was having his way with the wall. As he got closer, he could hear the grunts of the simple giant, and then prepared himself for what was going to come next. Two things will come out of this; he gets inside, finds out what's going on, and get's checked out, or he gets severely beat down. He was going to risk the latter for the former.

"Hey Dunce, you seem to be enjoying yourself."
"Go away small man. I will break you"
"Dunce! How rude of you! You even know my name."
"Go away."

He acted like he was going to walk away, but instead he swung as hard as he could and hit Dunce in the jaw, snapping his head back.

"Small man made mistake. Small man pay." He punched Menro in the stomach, then kneed him in the face. He was picked up by the collar of his shirt, and he punched the giant again, causing him to land on his feet. "You should stay down." Before he could laugh, Dunce tackled him to the ground and started pummeling him for a few minutes before the guards noticed. Each punch seemed harder than the last one.

"Separate those two! We don't need the small one dead!" Two guards beat Dunce down, and once dragged Menro inside and down to the infirmary. Blood was flowing from his nose and his mouth. The hall was long, dark, and dimly lit. Most times he tried to avoid a visit to the lab, but this time it was different. His vision was blurry and shaky. In a weird way, he was enjoying the time off his feet.

"Dr. Page, we have a prisoner who thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight with someone whose bigger than him. Patch him up as soon as possible." The guard carelessly dropped him on the ground so the doctor would notice.

"Hey Doc. I think I broke something." He gave a smile, exposing his bloodied mouth.

 

[EpicVakarian]

Allie remained silent as the two prisoners simply strolled up to them and glanced between them. There was Natch Lex, the political prisoner, and Captain Everswyck. Before she could reply, Selina beat her to it. She proceeded to raise her voice and rant on and on at the both of them, smiling as Allie gave her a look that said "calm down".

As Selina was about to go on at Everswyck in particular, a voice called her name.
"Excuse me. Allie, I trust you can..." She glanced between the two large men. "You can handle this? If not, Drake's over there. Until then..."
And Selina was gone, without giving Allie half a chance to respond. Allie was left, mouth hanging open slightly, with the two men. Spinning on her heels, she turned to face them, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"Look, I know who you are. Both of you. What I don't know is why you think the middle of the yard is a good place for you to come and see us. Couldn't it have waited? Fewer eyes couldn't hurt." She sighed, wanting to ask why they wanted in but knowing the obvious answer.
"Anyway, you're here now, so listen and listen closely. Myself and the good Doctor are planning escape. We're going to use this-" She held out the clay slowly and secretly - "-to make a key. I'm going to use the key to break us both out, and I guess you two now as well. Then we sneak out, and when I say sneak out, I mean sneak. No fights, no killing, nothing. We're shadows, not trolls knocking over everything whenever they get the chance. Understand?"

 

[A.Auditore]

Pushing the door open, Selina walked across the emerald tiled floor, passing her soon to be patients, reaching the other side of the room, she threw on her white coat that the prison provided her and pulled back her purple locks into a ponytail. Walking over to the first inmate, she examined his arm, raising her brow at him, speaking softly to him "Seriously?" She let out a deep sigh and walked over towards the cabinet pulling syringes and vials of pink liquid substance, placing them on the push table she wheeled it over to him

"You know this will have to be the last time until you can go again or else it's going to kill you" she stuck the syringe into the vial and pulled the pink liquid into the tube, lightly tapping the bubbles out "And I don't want to be responsible for your death, at least not now" she winked and smiled at him before shoving the needle into a vain and pushing the liquid in, within minutes the man went still "My sleeping potion is getting quicker with each batch" she giggled at herself and moved to the next inmate "Ehhh got close to the ice edge I'm taking it?" Grabbing a needle and thread she started to stitch him up, the door flew open "Dr. Page, we have a prisoner who thought it would be a good idea to pick a fight with someone whose bigger than him. Patch him up as soon as possible." without turning around she pointed at the table "Just set him there I'll be with him as soon as I can, and these two are ready to be taken back" she cut the thread and gave him a small vial filled with a yellow substance, hearing him speak "Hey Doc, think I broke something"

she smiled turning around seeing him grin at her, she watched as the guards took the other two inmates back "Ill be the judge of that" getting a cup and filling it with water she handed it to him "Swish the blood from your mouth so I can see if you have any loose teeth" she moved over towards the cabinet grabbing a silver liquid filled bottle and placing it in her pockets and reached for another yellow vial, placing it in his hand "my batch won't be ready" taking his hand and placing it on her shoulder and feeling his arm and checking his face for signs of pain"Seems fine"

pushing his sleeve back "Some swelling, you'll bruise here" pointing at the now forming bruise, and doing the same with his other arm "Arms are fine, let me check your legs" and proceeded to do the same thing, standing up, she took his face in her hands and started examining his jaw "open" she flashed a light checking the inside "Nothing seems broken or loose and Legs are okay, but to be extra sure get behind the ray"

she pointed towards the black screen, she waited til he was behind it and flipped the switch "Well good news nothings broken" flipping the switch off and walking behind it, getting close to him "You know there are other ways to see me without taking a beating" , lightly touching his hand she smiled at him before moving away and back towards the counter, looking through her papers "Well now wait, you shouldn't be needing a new batch" writing cryptic words in the chart, that she only understood the meaning,she turned around crossing her arms over her chest "You're here for something else?"

 

[Delusional]

Finn's inquisition was met with a short outburst by the elf, who then promptly departed the group to respond to the announcement that came booming over the yard loudspeakers. Dismissing the announcement, Finn leaned in and listened to the Breton, who had begun speaking in the elf's absence.

"Look, I know who you are. Both of you. What I don't know is why you think the middle of the yard is a good place for you to come and see us. Couldn't it have waited? Fewer eyes couldn't hurt." Finn chuckled at hearing this. It's not like you were being so secretive in the first place... heh.

"Anyway, you're here now, so listen and listen closely. Myself and the good Doctor are planning escape. We're going to use this-" She held out a slab of clay that the elf had given to her, "-to make a key. I'm going to use the key to break us both out, and I guess you two now as well. Then we sneak out, and when I say sneak out, I mean sneak. No fights, no killing, nothing. We're shadows, not trolls knocking over everything whenever they get the chance. Understand?"

"Alright, I see what you're doing. Key molds, eh? That's a clever one. Though, I see one particular issue..." Finn trailed off purposefully, smirking as he crossed his arms over his chest. "Where do you intend to get a key? You need a key to make a mold, and if you obtain a key, why not just escape using that key?" Finn raised an eyebrow, hoping this woman already had an answer to his question. Otherwise this escape plan would hardly work if she hadn't even gotten to that, arguably the most important part of the plan. "Also, how long do you think molds take? How do you intend on hiding it from the guards?"

 

[SkyrimFreak]

"Anyway, you're here now, so listen and listen closely. Myself and the good Doctor are planning escape. We're going to use this to make a key. I'm going to use the key to break us both out, and I guess you two now as well. Then we sneak out, and when I say sneak out, I mean sneak. No fights, no killing, nothing. We're shadows, not trolls knocking over everything whenever they get the chance. Understand?"

"Alright, I see what you're doing. Key molds, eh? That's a clever one. Though, I see one particular issue... Where do you intend to get a key? You need a key to make a mold, and if you obtain a key, why not just escape using that key? Also, how long do you think molds take? How do you intend on hiding it from the guards?"

Fariel held back a smirk as she heard this, that Imperial certainly had a good point. Still, she couldn't deny that the Breton's plan was pretty clever, even though not as secret that it should be. I suppose I should make myself known to them though... That could be tricky though considering I can't talk. Familiar maybe? She wondered if that was possible, she didn't have much mana here, but maybe she could summon a much smaller and quieter familiar than what she generally used.

It was certainly worth a shot. Fariel began storing mana once she had enough, she focused on the message she wanted to say. She summoned her familiar, this one being a mouse as it took less mana to control. Fariel directed the familiar toward the group and waited for a response as it relayed her message. "I'm the red-haired Altmer nearby. I'd like to be a part of this plan."