Rorgan's Escape....or....Otter Stew

It's be almost a week since Rorgan has been captured. Will he finely manage to escape from his scaly captors...or will the lizard king Trsk be dining on otter stew tonight?

In these stone built walls there is little to gage how much time has passed. There seems to be some kind of lizard activity at all times of the day. Red scaled lizards go about their day to day business, some work in the mines, others draw water, and yet still more do other various jobs. A pair of lizard women converse pleasantly with each other as they drop off a large bowl of gruel for their otter captive before walking off to one of the side rooms.

Said otter captive has slowly been getting more and more annoyed with the lizards that keep bringing him the same stuff every day. He had been here for about a week now, though he had no way to verify that other than the small lulls in lizard activity. Whenever he was given one of the bowls of gruel, he always ate at least half of it, since he knew Hrsk had been right when he said Rorgan needed to keep his body fueled. However, after each meal, he always made it a point to do some sort of exercise until his muscles were burning, and as a result, he had retained his slim figure over the week even with the amount of food being given to him.

Hrsk chuckles at the sight of the otter, "Poor Trsk...I don't think you are going to make the meal he was hoping you would be." Hrsk is sitting on top of the pile of riches staring down at Rorgan. How long the lizard has been there is hard to say. He slides down the hill of gold pieces and jewelry until he reaches the floor. The reptile is carrying a bowl of gruel in his claws.

other, and he looks up from the gruel, raising an eyebrow at the sight of Hrsk, though he remains silent for now.

The lizard has a smug look about his snout this morning. He sets his own bowl of food onto the grown and slides it across the uneven stone floor to the otter. "After you finish with you meal I suggest you have some desert." He chuckles, "Be careful...it has a sharp taste..." he pauses rubbing his chin, "That's a saying among your people right? Otherwise what I just said will only sound stupid."

Rorgan chuckles as he picks to bowl up, looking quite smug himself. "I s'pose it's a saying, though that doesn't mean most beasts end up sayin' it, but I'll let it pass fer now." He sighs as he sets the bowl aside. "So how exactly should we go about gettin, this chain off?"

Hrsk steeples his paws together and chuckles evilly. "Sorry it took so long to get your knife to you. You would be surprised how hard it is for an outcast to get into the armory. I hid your other weapons in the tunnel we are going to use to escape." He waves a clawed hand in the air as he continues, "I have an idea about the chains but...you are not going to like it."

Rorgan raises an eyebrow, narrowing his eyes at the lizard. "Stars, I swear, if you suggest cuttin' my footpaw off, I'll strangle you." He isn't quite in the mood for loosing a footpaw, nor is he ever.

The lizard chuckles. He leaps to his feet and smiles in a way that conveys anything but pleasantness. "Wait right here. I'll be back." Hrsk trots off then to somewhere behind the gold pile where the otter can not see him. Several moments pass before the lizard returns with two club wearing guards in tow. He points to the otter and the lizards nod. They nod then begin to approach Rorgan. "I may be a bit of an outcast but Trsk has seen fit to keep me around as a translator and messenger for orders." The lizard explains.

Rorgan slowly stands, feeling a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. "Wot are you doin' Hrsk..." He asks warningly, his paws tightening into fists. The look of this situation is certainly not turning out to be good at the moment, and Rorgan is definitely prepared for a fight, should one arise.

Hrsk gives the otter an evil smirk. "On 'Trsk's' order I'm having these warriors bring you to the kitchens. I'll let you guess why. Oh and before I forget. I know you have had your differences with my people but, please try not to kill anyone as you escape." One of the warriors pauses and turns to Hrsk. They converse in a their native language for a moment, then the warrior pulls out the key to the shackles. Hrsk laughs, "And Trsk says there is no use in learning your language. The kitchens should give you some privacy to escape...or, well, if you need a hostage or anything I suppose I could vollenteer..." the lizard seems to prattle on to himself about possible escape plans. He seems confident that no one else in his tribe knows what he is talking about.

Rorgan seems to remain thoroughly angered, but when he speaks, his curt, angered tone carries a different message. "Right, an' where should I look for you?" He slowly backs away from the approaching warriors, snarling at them. Of course, he would have to let the lizards unshackle him and take him away so he could escape. Suddenly, his eyes widen as he looks to the bowl of gruel still on the ground. He bends down quickly and picks it up, telling Hrsk, "Tell them I want t' take some food with me." Hastily, lest the warriors think his movements to be hostile and attack as a result.

The lizard Hrsk tilts his head to the side then begins into guttural hissing noises, 'I say it seems this poor fellow would very much like to have one finel meal before he dies." The guards hiss back, "Really? Faced with the prosptect of being horribly devoured by a tribe of lizard warriors eating would be the fathest thing from my mind eh?' Hrsk laughs and pats his stomach. 'Gluttonous little scamp...i suppose the poor thing has started to lose his mind.' The lizards laugh and Hrsk replies to Rorgan, "They said it's ok if you take the bowl with you." as the warrior bends down to unlock the shackle.

Rorgan nods to Hrsk, relieved. "Again, where should I look fer you?" He asks, clutching the bowl close to himself and eating small bits of the gruel at a time, though careful not to reveal the dagger underneath. He only has one chance to pull this off, and he needs to make sure that nothing messes his chance up.

The lizard smiles, "They won't exactly let me into the kitchens but, i won't be too far behind." The warriors gesture to the otter to follow. 'Please step this way good sir and watch your step. The ground is un even and we don't want you to hurt yourself.' this of course comes across as pure snarling and hissing noises. The second warrior stays close behind the otter.

Rorgan follows the gesture, walking after the first warrior, though completely unaware of the polite speech from the lizard. His keen eyes scan the area around him as he continues on, waiting for his chance to grab his dagger and escape. Hopefully he wouldn't encounter problems, but with his luck so far, he probably would.

The lizards lead the otter away from the great hall and begin to cross the bridge. The great abyss below them seems to expand on forever. From here though there can be seen pathways cut into the rock face below them. Paw dug tunnles with a side that empties into the casym below.

Rorgan drinks in everything, not missing a single detail. After all, he would need to know where he was going to if he was going to escape. Inwardly, he can't help but think of Derrin and how the last he had seen of his friend was his unconscious body laying on the ground with Hershel.

The lizard Hrsk takes in the sight of the casim as well. It might very well be the last time he does. The guards lead the otter around the corner into another hallway. It begins to look like the many stone hallways Rorgan has already seen but looks to also be heavily repaired. The hallway stretches out in three directions, earth made with wooden supports. Once out of sight of the general population Hrsk comes up close behind the last guard and statches his club from his belt. There is a moment of shock on the warriors face right before the club nails him in the snout. The other warrior snaps his head around and yells, "Good fellow! What in the blazes are you doing?"

The warrior spins as he falls landing unconscious on his stomach. "Well...that was unpleasant." Hrsk shrugs then continues down the hallway to their right, "Ok, we are heading down this hallway for three passages, on the forth we take the opening and scale down to the lower mines. Then its just a strait path to the exit." Hrsk swings his club idly in one paw.

Rorgan sighs, walking off after Hrsk. "Hopefully nobeast actually heard any of that," remarks the otter, his dagger clutched in one paw. "An' where did you say you hid my weapons?" He asks, wanting to have his other dagger and bow, even if he couldn't use his bow because of the lack of arrows.

Hrsk moves at a quick trot down the earthen cave system as it slopes downward. One, two, three, passages go by. On the forth the wall to the right opens up into the abyss. Hrsk clutches at the side of the open and peers downward, "Ok, here comes the easy part, just a fifty tail climb down to the next level and we are practically scott free!" He says with glee. "I must say this exciting. It's almost like a tale from the old scrolls we find in the lost caves..."

Rorgan frowns as he continues to follow the lizard, but his expression turns to one of disbelief when he hears what Hrsk says. "50 tails?!" He demands, trying to make sure he had heard correctly. It seems the escape isn't going to be as easy as he hoped it would be.

The lizard wavers his claws, "Give or take. I'm not entirely sure how out numeric system translates into yours." He finely shrugs and waves off the otters worry, "In case any thing goes wrong I've hid your weapons under pile of rocks in a cloth bundle near the exit. You know...just in case..." With that the lizard crawls out over the ledge head first and begins to scamper down the rock face as if there wasn't a sudden drop waiting for him at the bottom.

Rorgan lets out a loud sigh, sheathing his dagger and leaning down, crawling out over the ledge, but legs first. After this, he simply begins to climb down, though at a much slower pace than the lizard since the otter was very acutely aware that the two could be spotted, or a rock could come loose, causing him to fall. There are so many things that could go wrong here that Rorgan's heart is pounding and sweat is beginning to form, wetting his headfur just a bit.

As Murphy Magpie's law dictates, what can go wrong will go wrong. There is a shrill shout from high above as the unconscious bodies are found. Trsk can be seen on the bridge with assembling guards and warriors. Unlike the otters guards these are armed with spears, addle-ladles, and bows and arrows. Hrsk gulps, "This is...not part of the plan... climb faster otter kin!"

Rorgan looks up at the shout, his eyes widening as he looks around and spots Trsk assembling the guards and the warriors. He scoffs at Hrsk's remark, though he does increase his speed as much as he can without putting himself at risk for falling. "I'm tryin' my best Hrsk, but I'm not a lizard thankee!"

A spear shaft bounces off of the wall and falls into the abyss. "You're about to not be living either!" Hrsk shouts something else in a forign language then begins to clammer down the walls until he dissapears into a crevass. He lets go, landing on the tunnels floor then goes to stick his head out, waving for the otter to follow. More arrows and spears begin to bounce off of the walls around Rorgan.

Rorgan lets out a yelp as an arrow bounces off the wall near his left paw, and he picks up his speed a bit more, struggling to not get pierced by the many spears and arrows flying at him, though he can see he is quite close to making it to the crevasse. Just a little further....

Arrows continue to rain down on the otter, now with more accuracy. Hrsk holds out his claws shouting, "Come on! You're almost there!"

Rorgan reaches the edge of the crevasse, and he quickly uses a small swing to propell himself in, though in his haste he smashes into Hrsk, knocking the lizard to the ground as well.

Hrsk gasp as he is thrown to the ground. "Get off of me you dolt!" The earthen tunnel looks much less used than the last they came from. There are not even any torches lit here among the walls.

Rorgan grunts as he pushes himself none too gently off of Hrsk, standing and looking around. "Where are we?" He asks.

"The exit." The lizard rolls to his knees and clutches at his chest, "I see that you put on a few pounds after all otter." He coughs once then picks himself up He points for the tunnel leading off to thier right. "Here, its a strait shot for the exit. We should get going though...the warriors willl have a /much/ easier time climing down the walls than...well, /you./"

Rorgan nods, dashing off towards the specified tunnel. "Well come on!" He shouts as he runs, eager to finally be away from all of the running for his life and such. Sure, he usually lived for that sort of thing, but honestly, it was getting quite tiring and he was rather tired of it.

Hrsk has to sheild his eyes from the sun as he takes his first step into the wide open world. The first thing he has noticed is that the outside world is COLD. Especially for a lizard dressed only in a sash around his waist and a bead necklace. He wraps his tail around his body and shivers.

Rorgan closes his eyes as he steps back into the world, shivering with delight at the feeling of fresh air, which had grown to be a thing of memory ever since he had first gone underground to enter the militia base. He also felt much better now that he had his other dagger, his bow and his quiver. Unfortunately, he knew he would have to make a new set of arrows, but that was a minor thing compared to the joy of not being underground any longer. The cold also does not seem to bother the otter as it does the lizard.

The tunnel opens up near a small pond. The area is thick with pine trees and grass is starting to show under the melting snow. The lizard can only shiver and stutter, "I...I did nn-nn-ot plan-n-n-n this out well." He looks to the otter, "W-where do w-we go from here?"

Rorgan looks around for several moments, trying to get his bearings. "Since we're near the entrance I had taken into your home before, or at least I hope we are, then that means we're close t' Ferravale, which is lizard friendly. However....I don't know where it is from here. If we can find the main road, I'll be able t' get us there."

"I a-always wondered what a r-r-road looked like..." The lizard shivers. He's starting to feel a bit light headed from all the cold. "I've never actually been out of the caves before you...you see..." The lizard collapsed face first into the snow.

Rorgan sighs, dubbing his muzzle with a paw. As much as he wanted to just leave the lizard right there to die, but he did owe Hrsk for getting him out of the caves. Bending down, he picks the lizard up, grunting under the weight, and begins walking off in a random direction, hoping that was the right direction.