Post by Deleted on Aug 3, 2010 15:18:44 GMT -5
Down in the darkness of the dungeons of Namesti, Davis crouched and sought his future in the empty depths of the bowl that had once rested above his head, filled to the brim with a vicious slow acting acid. The liquid was gone now, carefully applied to the hinges of numerous cells that he had noted upon his journey to and from the arena. He was down a side passage now, little more than a dingy alcove. One of an innumerable amount of twists and turns in the place. He doubted that even most of the Angels knew it was here. Perfect for his purposes as he crouched and focused upon the depths of the bowl as the slow count he had kept upon the passage of time continued to press onwards.
The woman had given him a time scale, for the acid to burn through first flesh, then bone before melting the brain within the skull. A small amount of experimentation on his part had revealed that the solution worked just as well on metal as it did liquid. Thusly had he gone around and applied it to the hinges of doors and the mechanisms of locks and so forth and if his rough estimate of a count was correct...It would not be long before a lot of rather dangerous creatures and indeed some quite pissed off immortals, would suddenly find themselves to be quite free. Not that Davis cared about their freedom, no, not in the slightest. What Davis did care about however was the fact that the entrance to this labyrinth of imprisonment and pain, was a heavily defended military checkpoint...
As such it behoved the former Black Omega Commander to spring his fellow inmates so that he might use them, spend their lives as a screen for his own escape. Oh...Letting them free would cause a great deal of carnage. But their numbers were not sufficient to take the fortress and raze it to the ground...They had little hope of doing anything more than murdering a few Angels before they would likely be mercilessly put down and butchered. He doubted the winged warriors would return many to their cells. But that was neither here nor there. He did not asked for the lives of his fellow inmates. He asked only that they die for a greater caused. His cause...
Even now the concentrated solution would be eating away and that which held fast the doors to the various private little Hells this place contained. All he needed to do was sit and listen and await for his moment. Indeed, if anything the time should fast be approaching, it had been almost half an hour in fact. Long enough that his erstwhile captor and would be mistress would soon be returning to his own cell to cast her eyes over the wonderful job he had done redecorating the place as he had made a meal of his two guards. She would raise the alarm of course; likely scream the place down looking for him. Indeed, Davis wondered with a smirk even as he counted the last few numbers down in his head, just how many of the other guards in this place would meet their end upon not the ravenous claws and teeth of escaping immortals but upon the weapons of their comrades. Execution for their incompetence in allowing such an escape to occur. Example in effect for the price of failure. Life was cheap in the hands of an Angel after all...
“And here...We...Go...”
The words were whispered to no one in particular. Indeed, silence reigned in the moments after his hushed utterance. His count had reached zero, it was time...Slowly he rose to his feet, listening out now for the first cries, the first clash of weapon upon bone and all those other glorious sounds that would signal the earnest start of his bid for freedom. He did not have to wait long...Weighting his stolen weapons as the echoes of the first scream died, Davis slipped off into the darkness once more...
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The effect of Davis’ actions was almost instantaneous. Creatures, outsider and pure strain immortal alike that had been held captive, tortured, beaten, enslaved, but for the chance to revenge themselves upon their attackers, suddenly had that chance. And they seized it. With tooth and claw and stolen weapon. They seized it. Suffice it to say, the story of the nightmarish battles and the individual acts thereof is far too long to relay here. However, the dungeons of Namesti would feel the repercussions of this day for a long time and indeed, hope never to see its like again...
Seeing their chance, the prison population of Namesti rose up, freeing as many of their fellows along the way as they could. Some rose simply for the pleasure of revenging themselves upon their captors, knowing full well what awaited them at the gates. Others finally found the courage that had failed them at the time of their capture and resolved to die fighting rather than live on as slaves and others...Others fought till the very end, believing they had a chance at escape...Even when they reached the checkpoint...
Regardless of their motivations...The prisoners of Namesti fought bravely and above all, with the kind of brutality that only the oppressed given free reign can muster...
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The prison was built as Davis had suspected it would be, with only one way in or out. While this had the effect of largely hampering small scale escapes as it meant prisoners had but two options. Either retreat into the deeper dungeons and face starvation, thirst and eventual capture as they wandered around lost. Or face the guards at the gate who had more than enough time to see you coming. Unfortunately for the guards at the gate, the design of the prison had the effect of creating something of a bottle neck, funnelling a veritable tide of enraged muscles and claws down the corridor at the. For truth, they saw it coming a long way off, as they had always been meant to...And resolved to sell their lives dearly, as was their want as Angels.
Davis almost found an admiration for them in that moment, as they formed up in ranks, lowering their weapons to face the charging tide that preceded him. They took the charge, shields splintering and spears snapping before more exotic weapons counter attacked and thusly brought the careering tide of flesh and bone to a crashing halt. What was a desperate charge towards freedom, now became a savage contest of wills as both groups pushed against each other and sought to drive their foe backwards. One group towards freedom and glory, the other to imprisonment and death...
This suited Davis just fine...This stalemate between prisoners and guards.
What did not suit him however...Was the sight of one of the guards breaking off and racing for the winch which would send the portcullis of the checkpoint crashing down, trapping the prisoners and more importantly, Davis, inside. Can’t be having that, he thought ruefully as he took off at a run, his legs coiling at the last moment to propel him up into the air... Davis did not seek to jump the battle...But rather to jump upon it and thusly he took to the backs of his fellow prisoners, his bare feet impacting shoulders, heads and necks with equal impunity as he took off not so much at a run, over this carpet of fighting flesh but rather more so of a continuous stumble that propelled him towards his destination, the now rapidly descending portcullis.
One did not have to be a genius like Davis was to see that he was not going to make it...As such he was forced to take certain preventative steps...The spear was in the air before he had even really thought about it, casting it from his arm with a savage snarl. No one was going to be denying him his freedom today...No one...The snarl he gave was only exceeded in its savagery by the cry of elation he gave to see his spear punch through the side of the gate man and drive him under the falling portcullis he had so enthusiastically winched downwards...The crunch of metal on bone signalling the fact that the gate was not going to be closing all the way for some time now...The anthem of his victory as he came crashing down off the melee at a roll that took him out from under the feet of his Angelic captors and through the portcullis...
Hopping to his feet, Davis turned and grasped the gate, dragging it downwards, through the twitching corpse with all his might. No one, was going to be going anywhere for a while...He made sure of that...Right before he turned and dashed up the stairs, drawing closer to his freedom...
The woman had given him a time scale, for the acid to burn through first flesh, then bone before melting the brain within the skull. A small amount of experimentation on his part had revealed that the solution worked just as well on metal as it did liquid. Thusly had he gone around and applied it to the hinges of doors and the mechanisms of locks and so forth and if his rough estimate of a count was correct...It would not be long before a lot of rather dangerous creatures and indeed some quite pissed off immortals, would suddenly find themselves to be quite free. Not that Davis cared about their freedom, no, not in the slightest. What Davis did care about however was the fact that the entrance to this labyrinth of imprisonment and pain, was a heavily defended military checkpoint...
As such it behoved the former Black Omega Commander to spring his fellow inmates so that he might use them, spend their lives as a screen for his own escape. Oh...Letting them free would cause a great deal of carnage. But their numbers were not sufficient to take the fortress and raze it to the ground...They had little hope of doing anything more than murdering a few Angels before they would likely be mercilessly put down and butchered. He doubted the winged warriors would return many to their cells. But that was neither here nor there. He did not asked for the lives of his fellow inmates. He asked only that they die for a greater caused. His cause...
Even now the concentrated solution would be eating away and that which held fast the doors to the various private little Hells this place contained. All he needed to do was sit and listen and await for his moment. Indeed, if anything the time should fast be approaching, it had been almost half an hour in fact. Long enough that his erstwhile captor and would be mistress would soon be returning to his own cell to cast her eyes over the wonderful job he had done redecorating the place as he had made a meal of his two guards. She would raise the alarm of course; likely scream the place down looking for him. Indeed, Davis wondered with a smirk even as he counted the last few numbers down in his head, just how many of the other guards in this place would meet their end upon not the ravenous claws and teeth of escaping immortals but upon the weapons of their comrades. Execution for their incompetence in allowing such an escape to occur. Example in effect for the price of failure. Life was cheap in the hands of an Angel after all...
“And here...We...Go...”
The words were whispered to no one in particular. Indeed, silence reigned in the moments after his hushed utterance. His count had reached zero, it was time...Slowly he rose to his feet, listening out now for the first cries, the first clash of weapon upon bone and all those other glorious sounds that would signal the earnest start of his bid for freedom. He did not have to wait long...Weighting his stolen weapons as the echoes of the first scream died, Davis slipped off into the darkness once more...
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The effect of Davis’ actions was almost instantaneous. Creatures, outsider and pure strain immortal alike that had been held captive, tortured, beaten, enslaved, but for the chance to revenge themselves upon their attackers, suddenly had that chance. And they seized it. With tooth and claw and stolen weapon. They seized it. Suffice it to say, the story of the nightmarish battles and the individual acts thereof is far too long to relay here. However, the dungeons of Namesti would feel the repercussions of this day for a long time and indeed, hope never to see its like again...
Seeing their chance, the prison population of Namesti rose up, freeing as many of their fellows along the way as they could. Some rose simply for the pleasure of revenging themselves upon their captors, knowing full well what awaited them at the gates. Others finally found the courage that had failed them at the time of their capture and resolved to die fighting rather than live on as slaves and others...Others fought till the very end, believing they had a chance at escape...Even when they reached the checkpoint...
Regardless of their motivations...The prisoners of Namesti fought bravely and above all, with the kind of brutality that only the oppressed given free reign can muster...
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The prison was built as Davis had suspected it would be, with only one way in or out. While this had the effect of largely hampering small scale escapes as it meant prisoners had but two options. Either retreat into the deeper dungeons and face starvation, thirst and eventual capture as they wandered around lost. Or face the guards at the gate who had more than enough time to see you coming. Unfortunately for the guards at the gate, the design of the prison had the effect of creating something of a bottle neck, funnelling a veritable tide of enraged muscles and claws down the corridor at the. For truth, they saw it coming a long way off, as they had always been meant to...And resolved to sell their lives dearly, as was their want as Angels.
Davis almost found an admiration for them in that moment, as they formed up in ranks, lowering their weapons to face the charging tide that preceded him. They took the charge, shields splintering and spears snapping before more exotic weapons counter attacked and thusly brought the careering tide of flesh and bone to a crashing halt. What was a desperate charge towards freedom, now became a savage contest of wills as both groups pushed against each other and sought to drive their foe backwards. One group towards freedom and glory, the other to imprisonment and death...
This suited Davis just fine...This stalemate between prisoners and guards.
What did not suit him however...Was the sight of one of the guards breaking off and racing for the winch which would send the portcullis of the checkpoint crashing down, trapping the prisoners and more importantly, Davis, inside. Can’t be having that, he thought ruefully as he took off at a run, his legs coiling at the last moment to propel him up into the air... Davis did not seek to jump the battle...But rather to jump upon it and thusly he took to the backs of his fellow prisoners, his bare feet impacting shoulders, heads and necks with equal impunity as he took off not so much at a run, over this carpet of fighting flesh but rather more so of a continuous stumble that propelled him towards his destination, the now rapidly descending portcullis.
One did not have to be a genius like Davis was to see that he was not going to make it...As such he was forced to take certain preventative steps...The spear was in the air before he had even really thought about it, casting it from his arm with a savage snarl. No one was going to be denying him his freedom today...No one...The snarl he gave was only exceeded in its savagery by the cry of elation he gave to see his spear punch through the side of the gate man and drive him under the falling portcullis he had so enthusiastically winched downwards...The crunch of metal on bone signalling the fact that the gate was not going to be closing all the way for some time now...The anthem of his victory as he came crashing down off the melee at a roll that took him out from under the feet of his Angelic captors and through the portcullis...
Hopping to his feet, Davis turned and grasped the gate, dragging it downwards, through the twitching corpse with all his might. No one, was going to be going anywhere for a while...He made sure of that...Right before he turned and dashed up the stairs, drawing closer to his freedom...