Chapter 17: The Second Jailbreak
It took little effort to sway Zoorah into aiding the party. Gathering tools in the Blacksmith's shop used as a safe house, the two sulked into the night, ready to spring their comrades from prison. Zoorah took to the streets, prepared to distract any passing guards.
The Crimson Shadow gathered his tools and located the window where the rest of the party was hiding. He passed weapons and tools to the barbarian, who began working on the window. Once he got through, he began crawling through. He then passed the unconscious ranger through the window. Then he passed the unconscious farmer through the window. Before The Crimson Shadow could question what had happened to the poor man, he heard a horrible scream come from the jail. The wizard came running into the cell, followed by a guard who was on fire.
"Help, help!" screamed the wizard "these guards can catch fire at will!"
The guard, burning through some unholy magic, pierced the wizard's side with his long sword. Seeing no other way to save his friend, The Crimson Shadow struck the guard with his shovel. The flat of the tool rang hard upon the guard's head, and he collapsed to the ground. Unconfirmed reports say that a peacock colored cloak was involved, but The Crimson Shadow has declined to comment on this element.
With nearly all of the party assembled (if somewhat worse for wear), the party loaded their wounded into a cart, and made their way to the gates. Seeing their cleric slumped by the exit, they gathered her into the cart and made their way to safety.
Another flawless escape, masterminded by the most fantastic thief the town had ever known.
Peace be with you Uthellon and the High Council of Moridem
I have made a terrible mistake. My soul is downtrodden with the weight of this news and I can only pray to Corellon that I have not disgraced the name of our people and forefathers. I hope you can find it within to forgive my transgressions.
In our escape attempt, I knowingly sent the spirits of innocent men to the afterworld. At the time I did not feel I had a choice but in reflection I understand the foolishness of those words. I pray Corellon's hand will guide their souls to Elysium where they may find joy for eternity. This is my darkest hour. The weight of their souls will always be upon me.
I cannot even begin to relate the events, which wrought such destruction to these men and pierced my heart with darkness and foreboding. The guilt hangs too heavily upon my neck.
Pray that my soul will not be tarnished and that I might rise once again from the ashes of this evil deed to triumph over darkness and bring honor to the memories of these poor humans. To this end we move away from Culloden with the farmer. We will question him at nightfall and my quest to pacify my inner turmoil begins.
Nareth Corribrar