It’s been at least a week and I’ve noticed subtle gaps in the security here. The guards, for the most part, will give you small portions of extra rations if you simply show them a little extra skin. Ha. Fools the lot of them. If only they knew what went on in my head as they give me more rations to build my strength. My ‘fellow’ prisoners have all been completely subdued by the high bitch. Not me. Not ever. I already have the start of a plan to get me out of here and how to use some of the prisoners.
Walking back with her escort to the holding cell, River continued to “accidentally” allow her rags to fall to gain the guards gaze at her bosom so she could continue to learn the layout of the prion; it seems to be mostly an open cave system with rope bridges connecting adjacent stalactites together as miniature bases. Simple, gullible guards. They will soon look at me with fear rather than lust. Pushing her in, the guards locked the cell for the night then joined the small patrol sitting at a table 50 feet away.
In whispered tones, River said, “Elf, have you been able to complete the task?” In an irritated look, the elf male looked to her with a frustrated sigh, “How many time do I have to tell you my name is Elian’oor? You must have some sort of manners ingrained into you since you’re a female drow. It wouldn’t hurt to use them from time to time…… But, yes. I have finally been able to file two rock shards down to pick the manacles and the locked door.” Nodding, River looked over the other prisoners, “Does everyone understand the plan? If you don’t, speak up now.”
One of the human females raised her hand rather shakily, “I- Uh. I don’t remember my part.” Damned humans. Had to be the frail one to forget too. She seems like even though she lives…..lived on the surface that she’s never seen daylight shatter across her skin. “You said you had some knowledge of the arcane, yes? All you are to do is to cast your spells to try and keep the guards from getting too close.” The other drow spoke up; odd since he’s hasn’t said much since I arrived.
“I believe your plan is folly and all it will do is get us killed. I will remain here and survive while you lot go running around to die. I won’t speak of the plan to any of the guards, but I will not join you either.”
Weakling. No wonder he’s been here for so long. Could even be a spy left in here by the priestess in case anything like this were to happen. No matter, if any suspicion is raised before the escape he will be the first to go. “Then do whatever pleases you.” River sneered.
Looking back to the rest, “We enact our plan in the morning. Elf- Elian’oor, if you would be so kind as to begin picking the locks on our manacles. Once all are done I’ll setup the distraction that no guards see you go after the door.” It took longer than what River wanted but mused it had to be either that the elf was incompetent or that it is actually difficult to pick a lock with two filed rocks. Probably the elf is just stupid.
Walking up to the cell bars, River whistled for a guard’s attention. “Excuse me, guard? I believe the sickly looking human might need a small pouch of medicine to do her rounds for tomorrow.” Inaudible arguing with two of the three guards laughing at the one who was shaking his head stood up and began to walk over pulling a tiny bag of herbs from his pouch. “This is the last time this week. If she continues to get worse, she’ll just be left for dead you hear?” Nodding, attempting to give her most innocent face, as she smiled sweetly to the guard.
Reaching the cell, he handed the pouch over and began to turn to leave when River reached out her hand and ever so gently tapped him on the shoulder. “Hmm? What now prisoner? If you waste more of my time it’ll be down in the pit for three nights for you!”
“Oh nothing to bother you good sir. It’s just-” her voice seemed much gentler than he has heard since she arrived; it was oddly soothing and he could not walk away. “Just that it’s been so long since I’ve felt the touch of a powerful man. There were so few back in the city, and not many here; but you seem to be one who suits my interests. What if I was to go to the pits for another reason?” Her eyes flashed a beautiful ocean blue gleam that is a rare color for drow. Her hands so soft on his arms bringing him closer to the cell bars.
“Now if you’re trying to bribe me for more ration or easier rounds it won’t work prisoner. We follow all orders given by the High Priestess.” he leaned in closer to whisper something in her ear, but that was when she heard the click of the darksteel cell door unlock. Her hands, quick as a whip, grabbed the guard’s throat and pulled him into the bars. Squeezing tighter and tighter, all the guard could do was look into the eyes of River as his life ended quicker than he thought. Those eyes. The eyes that were as clear and beautiful as the ocean were now blood red and filled with the rage of an angered god. His body fell, hitting the stone floor with a heavy thud, “Now!” she screamed.
Gods yes! Blood! Death! Great Bane above, grant me the power to slaughter all in our way!