Wrote a fiction story. Kind of a lame name, but yeah. here it is:
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Part One
Introduction: Ill-Fated Memories
The old Nali glanced up from the rusted dinner tray, dirty silverware clanked against the plates and metal trays the guards had given the prisoners. He looked around at the brown brick walls, stained by blood, with a thin layer of green mold growing on them, living off the blood that had been splattered on the brick walls over the years.
Kew, as the man was known, noticed a thin layer of fog from the humid tropical rainforest had fallen upon the old prison, and had settled inside of the building, making things hazy. This used to be a nuisance, but now it was just a fact of life for the prisoners of the old penal colony.
Prisoners around Kew were eating their food, a slop of some stew containing plants and animals around the premises of the prison, some were fighting over the lasts scoops at the serving stations, things were noisy, but not too noisy, and the Krall guards didn't take kindly to loud noises.
The Krall, a species of animal who once were nearly extinct, were brought back by the Skaarj, their hideousness represented that of a horny toad that could stand on four legs. Their hearing was extremely acute, but their eyesight is quite poor, do to the experiments performed on them by another species known as Skaarj. Not much is known about Skaarj, but rumors persist...
Kew’s mind wondered from the dank cold prison walls, back to an older time. It had been three years to this day that he was taken prisoner by the Red Hand Tribe, a notorious and hostile clan of some of the most vicious Krall. A clan Kew and his friends of the phoenix, to reclaim the Black Raven Inn of Ill'haven, an olde' small harbor town near the caps, a colder climate, and a darker one as well. Great evils dwell in those areas. It was the responsibility of Kew and his companions to take the Black Raven Inn, but things didn't go as planned...
Kew and his companions arrived in a small wooden boat in the cold morning mists of the sea. A cold front had swept into Ill’haven Harbor, bringing a dense, dark, and mysterious bank of fog that rose off the water, making visibility difficult. Kew decided to use this fog to his advantage, using it to mask his small boat.
Looking up at the sky through the dense fog and mist, Kew could see the moon shining down upon them, and the brightest stars shown through the fog as well, he took his chance to pray to the Gods of Good Lore, while he still had the moon. He prayed in meditation, for strength and safety on this mission.
They hit the south wall of the upper Warf, a smaller harbor for quick trips between the town and the large boats that couldn't dock in the main harbor, they would send small boats filled with crew members, to this Warf.
Kew stood up, and looked at the men - cold, tired, and hungry, but in good spirits, and ready for the fight ahead of them - this would get them through safely.
"Alright," Kew whispered softly "we know that a Krall guard stands among this tower, once we take him out we can access the inside of the Inn, let us go."
Kew climbed to his feet, careful not to capsize the boat, and grabbed onto the stonework of the wall, a stone wall, which made it easy to climb. The other Nali fallowed suit. Tim reached the top and helped the others finish the climb. They quickly proceeded from that point, kneeling to avoid being seen.
Puddles of rain had gathered on the stone floor, lonely puddles, broken only by the occasional droplet of water that splashed into them. The gray of the stone made them seem lonelier. But these sad puddles of rain posed a slight threat to Kew and his companions, for the Krall have keen hearing, and the sound of a footstep in the puddle would catch the guard's attention, alerting him of the presence of Kew and his companions. They crouched and crawled carefully, avoiding the puddles.
The Krall stood inside an old stone tower, with a warped wooden roof, and some chimes softly speaking in the wind. The Krall looked out among the sea, straining to see through the dense fog that had set on the olde' harbor town. He had thought he had seen a large boat approaching the harbor, but couldn't be sure, since the harbor was covered in a blanket of fog. He had completely missed seeing Kew and his Companions paddling silently up to the Warf.
Glancing to two of his companions, he gave a small motion with his hands representing a rope strangling, and pointed to the Krall, signaling to strangle the Krall on his cue. With that signal the two moved into position and Kew slipped up near the Krall and walked into view. "Hi there ugly." Kew said softly. The Krall pulled a staff shaped weapon ready to hit Kew with it when his two companions wrapped a metal wire around its throat and pulled it tight. The Krall kicked a little and clawed at the wire, now embedded deeply in its flesh, then fell silent. Blood seep out of the laceration like thick crimson syrup.
Something caught Kew's mind, something that didn't feel quite right to him. The Krall didn't hear them, and wasn't really paying attention to anything but the sea. Perhaps he was just really trying to see if there was a ship out there, but it didn't feel right to Kew. It was too easy.
Kew and the other members opened the gate to the Upper Warf, and one of the companions went back down into the boat and brought it into the small harbor. Kew and the other three headed down the stairs to the harbor, and gathered their supplies and weapons from the boat.
There raid began at that moment, the three of them walked down the stairs to the underground passage of the city, a dark and cold place made of stone. As they walked past the water pits, and the drainage trenches in the passage, the sound of bats and the calls of ghosts could be heard. It was a sad place, despair reigned down here, and the cold reached the bones of the six of them.
Suddenly, Kew heard the talking of Krall above them, he motioned to the others to get down and keep quiet. The Krall were discussing something about gambling and were arguing over a loss, eventually they walked away and Kew could see them through the grate in the city street, as they walked away.
Kew and the others sighed in relief and continued on. The sound of bats grew louder now, and an occasional bat flew above their heads, through the stonework, in the direction of the Warf entrance.
A slight breeze blew, and Kew knew they were near the city entrance to the old underground passage of the city, which lies in the house Kew once occupied. The house now barred and shuttered, preventing Krall from getting in, he hoped.
Reaching the entrance, the small team silently snuck into the main room, an old carpet lay on the ground, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. An old cabinet sat near the wall, and Kew walked to it, picking up an old painting of him and his wife, the love of his life, the last love he would ever have. After her death, he found it unbearable to be with anyone else. Sighing softly, he set the painting back down, wiping some dust off it, and walked back to the men. They checked the other rooms for Krall. Finding none, they gathered in the main room, and quietly they checked their weapons to make sure they were all prepared to venture out into the streets of the Inner City of Ill'haven.
Kew pulled out an old map, a rugged, brown map, worn by time and use, and set it in front of the others, motioning for their attention. They gathered around the map and Kew began to explain the plan, and how it would be executed.
The six of them were to walk through the side alleys, avoiding all main streets, until they reached the olde house near the pub, then, access the upper rooms above the pub, which connect to the Black Raven Inn. They would then traverse through the halls carefully, until they reached the door which connects the two buildings together, and make their way in through the halls, killing any Krall they came across, until they reached the main room, in which they would split up, take each entrance to the room, and by force take the Black Raven Inn over again, freeing it from the grip of the Krall.
Kew stood up from his position, and motioned for the rest to get ready, they would leave in five minutes. He looked around the room at that moment, remembering a past life, in which no Krall plagued their lives, where his wife was still alive. She kept the house so beautiful, with decorations and paintings on the walls, beautiful furniture around the place, and beautiful rugs, one which they were on right now. He missed those days, the days now gone. Sighing he turned back to the rest, who were now ready to leave.
The six of them began their journey through the dark and cold stone alleys of Ill'haven. Things seemed sad in this place, most of the windows were locked from the inside by the Nali. Wooden boards kept the evil of the Krall out of the home, while families of Nali lived in fear for themselves and their neighbors. The Krall had done a good job of intimidating the Nali, that was their plan, to control them, violently if necessary.
A cold wind blew through the alleys, unnerving Kew and the men, they quickly gained their nerve and continued on, through the alleys. Boards, bricks, and dirt were piled in these alleys, making them difficult to traverse. Sometimes rusty pipes would come from the buildings, making it difficult to pass through easily. They maneuvered their way.
Kew suddenly stopped the men. The sound of Krall could be heard around the corner of the building, they silently ducked down, to avoid any chance of being heard, and listened to the Krall arguing. They couldn't quite make up what was being said, but Kew believed it was something about a small genocide among the weaker Nali, to keep them from rising up. He didn't like the sound of it.
Silently they crept back into the shadows, and waited for the Krall to leave. Three minutes past before the Krall continued on their patrol and the six Nali quickly darted over to the other building, hiding their presence once again.
Finally the six of them reached the side of the Olde Pub by the waterway, it sat, lonely, empty. A place once filled with laughter and commotion, now silenced and dormant, the old wooden doors stood closed now, which they almost never were, except during storms, and when they were redoing the interior.
Kew crept quietly up to the door, making sure there were no Krall around, and pulled on the old rusty door handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dark room, barely visible to the six. They quickly got inside, and closed and barred the door behind them.
Kew lit a candle, and then lit the lanterns on the walls, and quickly covered up the dusty old stained windows that cast eerie shadows on the floor. The room was cast in an eerie candle lit glow, old wooden chairs and wooden tables, worn from years of drinking, a wooden bar with dusty bottles on it, and support pillars in the middle of the room, keeping the ceiling from caving in on the little bar. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, sometimes getting in Kew's face, which he promptly brushed off. Kew never liked spiders, in fact, he despised them.
Looking up, Kew reached for a tiny lever on the ceiling, having difficulty reaching it, finally he grasped it, and pulled. A small door opened, and a wooden ladder, which seemed to have never been used, slid down for the six of them to climb. This was their entrance to the building above the bar. It used to be used in the days of yore for escaping the bar when one was in trouble with the law. Now it would be used to take back the Black Raven Inn.
The group quickly climbed the old wooden ladder, reaching a small compartment, with old cracked wallpaper, weathered by time, and an unlit candle. Kew lit it, and searched for the lever that opened the wall passage. He found it against the wall to his left, and pulled it. The wall creaked, and opened, allowing passage into the old hallway. Unlit lanterns lined the walls, of the hallway, the wallpaper was old and worn, a cold feeling. Kew and the men walked down the hallway, passing old wooden doors, with patterns carved in them, and some old paintings of past faces that once stayed in these rooms.
Eventually the group reached the split in the hallway that lead to each entrance of the Black Raven Inn. The other members split off, walking down the old brown hallway to the other doors. Everything was going to plan, or so Kew thought. Little did Kew and his companions know that the Leader of the Red Hand Tribe had been watching the seas closely, and the Krall in the front tower was just a decoy. He had expected this kind of raid to occur, and had spotted the large boat, knowing exactly what was to come.
In exactly one minute the six members poured into an empty old room, bare, nothing but the wooden walls, and the floor. Some cobwebs hung from above. That was when the first shot came. A wall completely fell away, revealing a battalion of Krall. They fired their weapons at Kew and his Companions, who fired back with their pistols, and charged, swords rose. They impacted with the Krall in a bloody battle of swords and pistols. Kew turned to see one of his companions go down with a staff through his skull, and the Krall firing a few shots of plasma from his staff into him. He lunged forward and took off a Krall head, blood spraying in his face, when he heard the scream of his men. He stopped to see only he and two of his companions stood. They were cornered, and he called for them to surrender. He and his companions dropped his weapon.
This was the end, Kew knew it, he would die this night, but perhaps he could negotiate for the safe release or imprisonment of his companions. He would much rather have them alive than dead, as they were like brothers to him, and the loss of the three others now weighed heavy on his heart.
He watched the Krall part, and the leader of the Red Hand Tribe came forth, in all of his majesty. The other Krall seemed to treat him as a King. He was dressed well, in red velvet. He was an elite Krall, his skin was grayer than the others, who were brown, and he had blue markings on his body instead of red. He was a Krall to fear. The Krall looked at Kew, and the other two Nali, and signaled something to the Krall. Before Kew could react, he was knocked cold with the two other Nali.
Kew awoke again, to find himself in a cell in the Prison of Nali'Pente, the cold walls that now surrounded him to this day.
Kew's attention was caught again, and he was brought out of his little world, and brought back to the damp, but cold, prison dining room. His two companions had sat down near him, with their food, and looked at him. Kew could see they were ready for the night, and the events that would soon come.
"Is everything to plan?" Kew asked the Nali to his left, Shaper, the older his companions. The man nodded in comprehension, and looked about for Krall guards that might be near enough to hear their conversation.
"As long as we leave this place Kew, whether I escape or die trying. It's the only way for me to go, I cannot live confined here, knowing that one day, it will be my turn to walk up those bloodstained stairs, into the upper execution chambers to be killed." Shaper responded. Kew nodded.
"So tonight." Elias, the other Nali said. Kew Nodded.
"Are you ready for it though?" Kew asked him.
"Yes." This was the only response he got before Elias stood up and walked off. Shaper followed suit. They did not want to attract attention from the guards by having a group. They needed to keep their profile low.
Kew nodded to himself. Tonight would be the night, if everything went to plan, the three of them would soon be on their way back through the jungles, to a small Nali village, and hopefully getting transport back their homes, in Ill'haven.
Kew stood up, and turned, leaving the dining room and walking back to the entrance of the room, in which he was shackled with heavy steel cuffs, and lead to his cell, where he would have them removed, and would be put back into the cell, and locked until the next morning.
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Part One
Introduction: Ill-Fated Memories
The old Nali glanced up from the rusted dinner tray, dirty silverware clanked against the plates and metal trays the guards had given the prisoners. He looked around at the brown brick walls, stained by blood, with a thin layer of green mold growing on them, living off the blood that had been splattered on the brick walls over the years.
Kew, as the man was known, noticed a thin layer of fog from the humid tropical rainforest had fallen upon the old prison, and had settled inside of the building, making things hazy. This used to be a nuisance, but now it was just a fact of life for the prisoners of the old penal colony.
Prisoners around Kew were eating their food, a slop of some stew containing plants and animals around the premises of the prison, some were fighting over the lasts scoops at the serving stations, things were noisy, but not too noisy, and the Krall guards didn't take kindly to loud noises.
The Krall, a species of animal who once were nearly extinct, were brought back by the Skaarj, their hideousness represented that of a horny toad that could stand on four legs. Their hearing was extremely acute, but their eyesight is quite poor, do to the experiments performed on them by another species known as Skaarj. Not much is known about Skaarj, but rumors persist...
Kew’s mind wondered from the dank cold prison walls, back to an older time. It had been three years to this day that he was taken prisoner by the Red Hand Tribe, a notorious and hostile clan of some of the most vicious Krall. A clan Kew and his friends of the phoenix, to reclaim the Black Raven Inn of Ill'haven, an olde' small harbor town near the caps, a colder climate, and a darker one as well. Great evils dwell in those areas. It was the responsibility of Kew and his companions to take the Black Raven Inn, but things didn't go as planned...
Kew and his companions arrived in a small wooden boat in the cold morning mists of the sea. A cold front had swept into Ill’haven Harbor, bringing a dense, dark, and mysterious bank of fog that rose off the water, making visibility difficult. Kew decided to use this fog to his advantage, using it to mask his small boat.
Looking up at the sky through the dense fog and mist, Kew could see the moon shining down upon them, and the brightest stars shown through the fog as well, he took his chance to pray to the Gods of Good Lore, while he still had the moon. He prayed in meditation, for strength and safety on this mission.
They hit the south wall of the upper Warf, a smaller harbor for quick trips between the town and the large boats that couldn't dock in the main harbor, they would send small boats filled with crew members, to this Warf.
Kew stood up, and looked at the men - cold, tired, and hungry, but in good spirits, and ready for the fight ahead of them - this would get them through safely.
"Alright," Kew whispered softly "we know that a Krall guard stands among this tower, once we take him out we can access the inside of the Inn, let us go."
Kew climbed to his feet, careful not to capsize the boat, and grabbed onto the stonework of the wall, a stone wall, which made it easy to climb. The other Nali fallowed suit. Tim reached the top and helped the others finish the climb. They quickly proceeded from that point, kneeling to avoid being seen.
Puddles of rain had gathered on the stone floor, lonely puddles, broken only by the occasional droplet of water that splashed into them. The gray of the stone made them seem lonelier. But these sad puddles of rain posed a slight threat to Kew and his companions, for the Krall have keen hearing, and the sound of a footstep in the puddle would catch the guard's attention, alerting him of the presence of Kew and his companions. They crouched and crawled carefully, avoiding the puddles.
The Krall stood inside an old stone tower, with a warped wooden roof, and some chimes softly speaking in the wind. The Krall looked out among the sea, straining to see through the dense fog that had set on the olde' harbor town. He had thought he had seen a large boat approaching the harbor, but couldn't be sure, since the harbor was covered in a blanket of fog. He had completely missed seeing Kew and his Companions paddling silently up to the Warf.
Glancing to two of his companions, he gave a small motion with his hands representing a rope strangling, and pointed to the Krall, signaling to strangle the Krall on his cue. With that signal the two moved into position and Kew slipped up near the Krall and walked into view. "Hi there ugly." Kew said softly. The Krall pulled a staff shaped weapon ready to hit Kew with it when his two companions wrapped a metal wire around its throat and pulled it tight. The Krall kicked a little and clawed at the wire, now embedded deeply in its flesh, then fell silent. Blood seep out of the laceration like thick crimson syrup.
Something caught Kew's mind, something that didn't feel quite right to him. The Krall didn't hear them, and wasn't really paying attention to anything but the sea. Perhaps he was just really trying to see if there was a ship out there, but it didn't feel right to Kew. It was too easy.
Kew and the other members opened the gate to the Upper Warf, and one of the companions went back down into the boat and brought it into the small harbor. Kew and the other three headed down the stairs to the harbor, and gathered their supplies and weapons from the boat.
There raid began at that moment, the three of them walked down the stairs to the underground passage of the city, a dark and cold place made of stone. As they walked past the water pits, and the drainage trenches in the passage, the sound of bats and the calls of ghosts could be heard. It was a sad place, despair reigned down here, and the cold reached the bones of the six of them.
Suddenly, Kew heard the talking of Krall above them, he motioned to the others to get down and keep quiet. The Krall were discussing something about gambling and were arguing over a loss, eventually they walked away and Kew could see them through the grate in the city street, as they walked away.
Kew and the others sighed in relief and continued on. The sound of bats grew louder now, and an occasional bat flew above their heads, through the stonework, in the direction of the Warf entrance.
A slight breeze blew, and Kew knew they were near the city entrance to the old underground passage of the city, which lies in the house Kew once occupied. The house now barred and shuttered, preventing Krall from getting in, he hoped.
Reaching the entrance, the small team silently snuck into the main room, an old carpet lay on the ground, and cobwebs hung from the ceiling. An old cabinet sat near the wall, and Kew walked to it, picking up an old painting of him and his wife, the love of his life, the last love he would ever have. After her death, he found it unbearable to be with anyone else. Sighing softly, he set the painting back down, wiping some dust off it, and walked back to the men. They checked the other rooms for Krall. Finding none, they gathered in the main room, and quietly they checked their weapons to make sure they were all prepared to venture out into the streets of the Inner City of Ill'haven.
Kew pulled out an old map, a rugged, brown map, worn by time and use, and set it in front of the others, motioning for their attention. They gathered around the map and Kew began to explain the plan, and how it would be executed.
The six of them were to walk through the side alleys, avoiding all main streets, until they reached the olde house near the pub, then, access the upper rooms above the pub, which connect to the Black Raven Inn. They would then traverse through the halls carefully, until they reached the door which connects the two buildings together, and make their way in through the halls, killing any Krall they came across, until they reached the main room, in which they would split up, take each entrance to the room, and by force take the Black Raven Inn over again, freeing it from the grip of the Krall.
Kew stood up from his position, and motioned for the rest to get ready, they would leave in five minutes. He looked around the room at that moment, remembering a past life, in which no Krall plagued their lives, where his wife was still alive. She kept the house so beautiful, with decorations and paintings on the walls, beautiful furniture around the place, and beautiful rugs, one which they were on right now. He missed those days, the days now gone. Sighing he turned back to the rest, who were now ready to leave.
The six of them began their journey through the dark and cold stone alleys of Ill'haven. Things seemed sad in this place, most of the windows were locked from the inside by the Nali. Wooden boards kept the evil of the Krall out of the home, while families of Nali lived in fear for themselves and their neighbors. The Krall had done a good job of intimidating the Nali, that was their plan, to control them, violently if necessary.
A cold wind blew through the alleys, unnerving Kew and the men, they quickly gained their nerve and continued on, through the alleys. Boards, bricks, and dirt were piled in these alleys, making them difficult to traverse. Sometimes rusty pipes would come from the buildings, making it difficult to pass through easily. They maneuvered their way.
Kew suddenly stopped the men. The sound of Krall could be heard around the corner of the building, they silently ducked down, to avoid any chance of being heard, and listened to the Krall arguing. They couldn't quite make up what was being said, but Kew believed it was something about a small genocide among the weaker Nali, to keep them from rising up. He didn't like the sound of it.
Silently they crept back into the shadows, and waited for the Krall to leave. Three minutes past before the Krall continued on their patrol and the six Nali quickly darted over to the other building, hiding their presence once again.
Finally the six of them reached the side of the Olde Pub by the waterway, it sat, lonely, empty. A place once filled with laughter and commotion, now silenced and dormant, the old wooden doors stood closed now, which they almost never were, except during storms, and when they were redoing the interior.
Kew crept quietly up to the door, making sure there were no Krall around, and pulled on the old rusty door handle. The door creaked open, revealing a dark room, barely visible to the six. They quickly got inside, and closed and barred the door behind them.
Kew lit a candle, and then lit the lanterns on the walls, and quickly covered up the dusty old stained windows that cast eerie shadows on the floor. The room was cast in an eerie candle lit glow, old wooden chairs and wooden tables, worn from years of drinking, a wooden bar with dusty bottles on it, and support pillars in the middle of the room, keeping the ceiling from caving in on the little bar. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling, sometimes getting in Kew's face, which he promptly brushed off. Kew never liked spiders, in fact, he despised them.
Looking up, Kew reached for a tiny lever on the ceiling, having difficulty reaching it, finally he grasped it, and pulled. A small door opened, and a wooden ladder, which seemed to have never been used, slid down for the six of them to climb. This was their entrance to the building above the bar. It used to be used in the days of yore for escaping the bar when one was in trouble with the law. Now it would be used to take back the Black Raven Inn.
The group quickly climbed the old wooden ladder, reaching a small compartment, with old cracked wallpaper, weathered by time, and an unlit candle. Kew lit it, and searched for the lever that opened the wall passage. He found it against the wall to his left, and pulled it. The wall creaked, and opened, allowing passage into the old hallway. Unlit lanterns lined the walls, of the hallway, the wallpaper was old and worn, a cold feeling. Kew and the men walked down the hallway, passing old wooden doors, with patterns carved in them, and some old paintings of past faces that once stayed in these rooms.
Eventually the group reached the split in the hallway that lead to each entrance of the Black Raven Inn. The other members split off, walking down the old brown hallway to the other doors. Everything was going to plan, or so Kew thought. Little did Kew and his companions know that the Leader of the Red Hand Tribe had been watching the seas closely, and the Krall in the front tower was just a decoy. He had expected this kind of raid to occur, and had spotted the large boat, knowing exactly what was to come.
In exactly one minute the six members poured into an empty old room, bare, nothing but the wooden walls, and the floor. Some cobwebs hung from above. That was when the first shot came. A wall completely fell away, revealing a battalion of Krall. They fired their weapons at Kew and his Companions, who fired back with their pistols, and charged, swords rose. They impacted with the Krall in a bloody battle of swords and pistols. Kew turned to see one of his companions go down with a staff through his skull, and the Krall firing a few shots of plasma from his staff into him. He lunged forward and took off a Krall head, blood spraying in his face, when he heard the scream of his men. He stopped to see only he and two of his companions stood. They were cornered, and he called for them to surrender. He and his companions dropped his weapon.
This was the end, Kew knew it, he would die this night, but perhaps he could negotiate for the safe release or imprisonment of his companions. He would much rather have them alive than dead, as they were like brothers to him, and the loss of the three others now weighed heavy on his heart.
He watched the Krall part, and the leader of the Red Hand Tribe came forth, in all of his majesty. The other Krall seemed to treat him as a King. He was dressed well, in red velvet. He was an elite Krall, his skin was grayer than the others, who were brown, and he had blue markings on his body instead of red. He was a Krall to fear. The Krall looked at Kew, and the other two Nali, and signaled something to the Krall. Before Kew could react, he was knocked cold with the two other Nali.
Kew awoke again, to find himself in a cell in the Prison of Nali'Pente, the cold walls that now surrounded him to this day.
Kew's attention was caught again, and he was brought out of his little world, and brought back to the damp, but cold, prison dining room. His two companions had sat down near him, with their food, and looked at him. Kew could see they were ready for the night, and the events that would soon come.
"Is everything to plan?" Kew asked the Nali to his left, Shaper, the older his companions. The man nodded in comprehension, and looked about for Krall guards that might be near enough to hear their conversation.
"As long as we leave this place Kew, whether I escape or die trying. It's the only way for me to go, I cannot live confined here, knowing that one day, it will be my turn to walk up those bloodstained stairs, into the upper execution chambers to be killed." Shaper responded. Kew nodded.
"So tonight." Elias, the other Nali said. Kew Nodded.
"Are you ready for it though?" Kew asked him.
"Yes." This was the only response he got before Elias stood up and walked off. Shaper followed suit. They did not want to attract attention from the guards by having a group. They needed to keep their profile low.
Kew nodded to himself. Tonight would be the night, if everything went to plan, the three of them would soon be on their way back through the jungles, to a small Nali village, and hopefully getting transport back their homes, in Ill'haven.
Kew stood up, and turned, leaving the dining room and walking back to the entrance of the room, in which he was shackled with heavy steel cuffs, and lead to his cell, where he would have them removed, and would be put back into the cell, and locked until the next morning.
thanks for the replies. I'll work on that slowing down and speeding up stuff. Have any examples?
