The day is waning and the slaves are being sent to their cells for the night. While eating, Rolf plans a strategy for "mass escape." He has been working on this plan for months and has started over on it many times. During his working times, he has managed to embezzle a few items for the escape: two ropes and a pick/axe. The final plans for the escape or set, now they just need to wait for the right time, and this night is the time. Just as he put down his completely eaten plate of food, the alarm broke out. The camp was being raided and soldiers began to bustle down the hall. Immediately, Rolf had a change of plans and brought out one of the ropes and tossed it over to the cell across from him. The other cell mates, understanding what was about to take place, tied their end of the rope to the bars and waited. The soldiers came bustling through in groups of five to seven carrying shields and swords ready for battle.
Rolf, waiting for the guard with the keys, finally pulls the rope, and catches three soldiers by the ankles as they go stumbling to the ground. Rolf quickly reaches for the keys, but with no success. He has no time to waste before they get back up and carry on. With the plate from which he was eating, he slings it at the guard and manages to knock the keys off the belt loop. The soldiers, not seconds later, get up, curse the prisoners and trudge on. With several attempts at trying to loop the keys with his rope, Rolf finally gives up and tries another plan. He ties the small pick/axe to the end of the ropes and slings it onto the keys and successfully drags them to himself. Unlocking his cell, the tosses the keys to the next cell and instructs, "Release all the other prisoners and head north where the free people live! You are traitors now and will be hanged for it! Go! Now!" Listening to his commands they hurry and unlock each cell as Rolf guards the entrance, but no soldiers ever came down to meet his rusted old pick/axe.
After the prisoners scampered away to the north, from the little skirmish, it provided just enough cover and time for them to escape successfully. Rolf on the other hand, went directly to the stables, grabbed what nasty sword and rugged shield he could and went off to find himself a horse. Sorting through the best of them, he eyed one that seemed different....
Rolf, waiting for the guard with the keys, finally pulls the rope, and catches three soldiers by the ankles as they go stumbling to the ground. Rolf quickly reaches for the keys, but with no success. He has no time to waste before they get back up and carry on. With the plate from which he was eating, he slings it at the guard and manages to knock the keys off the belt loop. The soldiers, not seconds later, get up, curse the prisoners and trudge on. With several attempts at trying to loop the keys with his rope, Rolf finally gives up and tries another plan. He ties the small pick/axe to the end of the ropes and slings it onto the keys and successfully drags them to himself. Unlocking his cell, the tosses the keys to the next cell and instructs, "Release all the other prisoners and head north where the free people live! You are traitors now and will be hanged for it! Go! Now!" Listening to his commands they hurry and unlock each cell as Rolf guards the entrance, but no soldiers ever came down to meet his rusted old pick/axe.
After the prisoners scampered away to the north, from the little skirmish, it provided just enough cover and time for them to escape successfully. Rolf on the other hand, went directly to the stables, grabbed what nasty sword and rugged shield he could and went off to find himself a horse. Sorting through the best of them, he eyed one that seemed different....
Ah! Why do you have to leave off at the good parts?? :)
ReplyDeleteVery good! I like it!
haha! because, makes you want to come back for more adventure! ;)
ReplyDeleteHehe! Very true! ;)
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