EpicVakarian
Calibration-Master General
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.
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.