Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20150928220113/@comment-24141785-20151006134543

Gabriel was slumped by a wall, staring up into the sky. He was whistling calmly, just enjoying the moment of peace he had.

"I can finally whistle now!" He chuckled softly to himself, sighing in relaxation. His mind started to drift, however, towards the Quest... towards the Empire.

''Once this shit is over... when Tharn is gone... Maybe they will let me see Uriel: I still have news to report.''

About how oblivious he has been...

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"You out of ye fucking mind?!"

A Breton and Orc were crouched in front of the Keep's dungeon, which was heavily fortified by guards. The two Legionaries were slumped behind a pillar, discussing the idea.

"They won't let anyone inside, not even the Legates! Only the damned general and his snobby ass can walk in an out."

The Breton sighed. "The Legion isn't what we thought it was, Durak. General Tyranus and his personal men are nothing more than monsters. That messenger - that pretty wood elf - was meant to walk free after they asked her some questions."

Durak simply shrugged, slightly suspicious, "So?"

"That was 2 days ago, and she hasn't been seen exiting." The Breton muttered, glancing around in case anyone overheard.

"Look here... Gabe, I trust you: I really do. But ye way overthinkin' this." Durak grumbled, "The Legion are trying to protect their people!"

"They only care about power, and greed." Gabriel hissed, "I've seen and what they will do to get there way..."

It was as if Gabriel's tone and exaggeration on his words that the Orc was stunned, "You... Aren't seriously thinking that, are you?"

"I've heard rumors of what they will do to certain... prisoners. I'm not about to let an innocent person die."

Durak cursed under his breath, growling in frustration. "Fine... Fuckin' fine! But if we get caught I'm blaming your sorry ass."

Gabriel let out a small smirk: he was glad that he wasn't the only one who had a sense of humor left after the wars. He led him towards one of the windows, away from view, before he started to climb up.

"When I thought you said investigate I didn't think we were fucking breakin' in!" The Orc seethed, carefully observing his surroundings. Gabriel was picking at the lock, hoping his lockpick wouldn't break.

''Come on you son of a bitch... Open!''

With one finally turn the lock prodded open. Gabriel passed down a rope from his belt, tying it to a nearby pole.

"Hurry up!" He hissed, trying to help pull the Orc up. One final glare from Gabriel told him not to rush this. As the Orc climbed inside he let out a sigh: he would be severely punished if he was spotted.

"Where to now, oh honourable hero?" Durak teased, before being punched gently on the shoudler. Gabriel led them further inside, awaiting the horrorfying truth.

(TBA >:))