((OOC: This is continued from the basically dead topic, 'Trapped' but this time, Takezo's voted out! No offense, man, I loved RPing with you))

Upon being thrown back into the prison cell, Azirel went to write in his journal, which had proven rather exciting since he had nothing better to do but write a "Friends and Enemies" list in his journal. Then an idea came to him, he turned to Thoril, who was apparenty trying to sleep or something, huddled in the corner.

Azirel crawled over to Thoril and shook him. "Thoril, I've got an idea! But it might go against everything you stand for... Are you in?" He asked. Then he listened to what he said and suddenly realised how... Disgusting it sounded.
"It isn't what you may or may not be thinking..." Azirel said with an awkward smile.
"I say we break out of this place... How you ask? Put your arm around my neck and see what happens..." He said. Once again, an awkward sounding sentance, but Azirel didn't care, he to get this guy out without the trial.

Thoril was trying to sleep when Azirel rudely awoke him, ranting on about how they would break out instantly.
"Put your arm around my neck and see what happens..." Azirel said. Thoril's face went into a strange, twisted expression and he burst out.
"What?!" Thoril cried out, not realising how loud he was. But Thoril obeyed his command anyway and put his arm around his neck. "Now what?" He asked.

Thoril spied Azirel's journal in the corner. I'm reading that later! He thought to himself sinisterly. He started getting twisted thoughts about what might be in it and grossed himself out. "Oh, God," he said, wincing.

Thoril put his arm around Azirel's neck in the perfect possition for Azirel's plan.
"GAURDS! GAURDS!! I'M BEING ATTACKED!!!" Azirel cried out, pretending to choke. One guard ran in, staring at Thoril, he was clearly an amateur, perfect. Azirel quickly jumped up and elbowed the gaurd in the ribs, punched him in the face and kneed him in the crotch.

The guard retaliated quickly and punched Azirel back, hitting him and the face. Azirel didn't retaliate as fast as he hoped he would and he was punched in the chest. This time Azirel retaliated fast enough to unsheathe the gaurd's sword and plunge it into his shoulder, aiming for his chest. The gaurd looked surprised, and now he had no weapon.
"HELP! GAURDS! I'M BEING ATTACKED!!" The gaurd cried out. Azirel laughed out loud as he continued to hack at the panicking gaurd. Finally the gaurd fell to the ground with a thud like a fallen oak tree.

"C'mon, Thoril, I'm surprised more haven't come yet, but if we stay around, they will!" Azirel cried, his nose was bleeding all over his face. Azirel quickly turned around and picked up his journal. "Let's go!" He said.

Azirel cried out, saying that Thoril was attacking him, and a gaurd rushed in, holding no weapon, but a sword still hanging at his side. Azirel rushed at the gaurd and killed him before any other gaurds could show up.
"C'mon, Thoril, I'm surprised more haven't come yet, but if we stay around, they will!" Azirel yelled.
Thoril got up and ran as fast as he could, he didn't want to be thrown back in for the third time.

He kept running, thorugh halls and down the occaisional staircase, trying to find the exit.
He came to a big open area and two gaurds were there. "Dammit," Thoril said. Azirel may have had a weapon but Thoril was completely unnarmed, they had taken both of their weapons.

Thoril and Azirel ran down hundreds of stairs and through many corridors when they finally came to an open area... With two gaurds. Thoril had no weapon whatsoever, so he'd have to try to fight them unnarmed even though they each had a sword.

One of the gaurds was armored in chan that protected most of his body. He was a tall, dark man who looked like he could be even younger than Azirel.
The other gaurd was not so tall and less armored, only wearing leather armor, gloves and boots. He looked frail and less intimidating than the other gaurd, which gave Azirel an idea.

He went straight for the strong looking one, slashing at his face and neck, trying to block anything that came his way. While the weak looking one tried to gain the courage to jump in, Azirel quickly spun towards him with his sword out, colliding with the gaurds sword but knocking it away. Azirel Kicked the sword to Thoril.
"Keep the little guy from runnig away but don't kill him!" Azirel said.
He turned on the big guy again, he was hit in the arm with the blunt side of the sword and got a giant bruise all down his arm, a minor wound. These prison gaurds weren't all they were cracked up to be, they were armored and dressed nicely, they looked intimidating, but they weren't that tough for some reason.
Azirel continued the fight, finally dealing a fatal blow to the neck.

Then he turned to the other gaurd...

Azirel tackled the gaurds right away and disarmed the smaller one, passing the sword to Thoril and telling him to keep the small gaurd from fleeing but not to kill it as Azirel took on the bigger one. By watching, Thoril could tell that Azirel had more fighting experience than Thoril, he was probably a warrior or something.

The gaurd tried to run two times, the first time he tried to take off before he knew what Thoril was doing and was stopped with a whack in the head with the side of his sword.
The second time he tried to sneak away when Thoril was distracted by Azirel. Thoril hit the gaurd again and pushed him down to the groud and put the tip of his sword at the gaurd's throat.

Azirel finally defeated his guard and looked down at the gaurd. Thoril wondered what he would do, but then he remembered their lack of weapons, perhaps he would get the gaurd to lead them to their weapons?

Azirel stared the puny gaurd in the eyes, and the gaurd let out a pthetic wimper. Azirel pushed Thoril sword away. "Get up, you bastard. How in the world did you get this job anyway? You're a wimp." Azirel mocked. The gaurd got up and backed against a wall. "I'm not going to kill you, yet, I have a different use for you right now. Take us to our weapons," Azirel said.

The gaurd led them through a big log corridor and then they turned into a large room. The gaurd tried to leave again
"Where do you think you're going?" Azirel asked. "Fetch them fo us,"
The gaurd walked further into the room and fetched a pair of gauntlets, a big chestplate-chainmail combo, Azirel's falchion, his scimitar and a long-sword. He put them at their feet and tried to leave again. "No, wrong again, armor us... Wait, we'll take the weapons first," Azirel said, scoopig up his falchion and scimitar and sheathing them in their proper places. He passed Thoril's sword to him.
"Try any funny business and your head comes off," Azirel added as the gaurd fastened all of Azirel's things into place.

"Now you're done, we no longer need you, so come with me," Azirel said when he was all suited up.
He locked the gaurd into an empty cell and ran for his life.
"Quick! Before more gaurds come! I remember the way out from here!" Azirel yelled to Thoril as he took off through the corridor.

The gaurd led them to a place where their weapons were and so were countless others. The fearocity of Azirel's harsh commands to the gaurd even made Thoril's spine shiver.

Azirel threw the gaurd into a cell and took off.
"Quick! Before more gaurds come! I remember the way out from here!" Azirel yelled to Thoril as Thoril ran after Azirel, struggling to keep up. They turned down some stairs and finally made it outside the fortress, it was dark, but there was still heat radiating from the sand below their feet. They quickly darted under a big gargoyle jutting out from the gate, that was so big, they were almost invisible in the shadow.

"Now what?" Thoril whispered...

Azirel lead the to of them outside, into the warm moonlit desert. They darted under a gargoyle that was big enough to almost completely shade the two of them.
"Now what?" Thoril whispered.
"Now we run, and try to escape this desert, I'd advise going to Lomedor, if we can make it there without being followed, I doubt they'll come after us..." Azirel responded.

Azirel looked around, it was dark, but it was still hot out, the sand was hot and the air was hot and hard to breathe.
"We have nothing to ride though..." Azirel sighed.

"I want to pay you back for how you helped me escape. I have no use for my gold, so have these, 50 Crowns, for your trouble," Thoril handed Azirel a bag of gold. He had no use for it, and he wanted to pay back for getting him out. The bag was heavy so he hoped it wouldn't be too much of a burden since they would have to run.

Thoril heard a grinding sound and a horse drawn cart drove buy, filled with coal.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Thoril asked, as he jumped onto the back of the cart.

Thoril offered Azirel a large bag of gold, 50 crowns to be exact. Azirel didn't know what to think.
"Ummm... Thanks, Thoril, I really need it." He said. Suddenly a coal-cart came by. Thoril jumped on and Azirel followed.

For a while the cart went on and on, hitting a bump here and there, usually the bumps were rocks but now and then they were skulls.

((Ooc: Will be continued in the desert))