Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-27736349-20170313020704/@comment-31336039-20170502225449

After a few hours of patience the evening began to fall. The net of light entering the cell disappears completely, leaving room for darkness.

Well, he should not be long now, or he decide to strike before sunrise when everyone is still half asleep.

However, something was beginning to disturb him. Like when someone in hiding near you. Holding your breath waiting to see him emerge from nowhere like a striking spirit.

But the sharp senses of this veteran made it clear to him that something was going on. Gradually, a distinctive presence began to be felt in the corridor.



'''Already? Is security so bad?' He thought while standing up before sliding against the wall in the cover of shadows..''



A stifled slide passed through the door followed by the ratchet characteristic of a keyring. After several attempts as discreet as possible, the door finally opened slowly on its hinges.

"Well, that's not bad for some random guy."

"Random?... I'm going to need some help to keep an eye on while I'm taking care of the armory door. I did not find your stuff in the usual place."



'''A regular? Or a guard trying to lengthen the list of charges?'''



Harkon began to advance in the corridor, inviting Nemesis to follow him. The latter followed suit, wondering if he could truly trust him.

After a few stairs and the avoidance of a patrol, they stopped before a door heavily reinforced with iron. Harkon began to take care of the lock, while Nemesis, clad against the wall, was watching the darkness in search of the slightest sign of ambush.

The latch does not stand long, but the door would not budge before giving a squeaking badly greased gongs.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;">« You want to attract the guards? »

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;">« I would love to see you there! » Replied Harkon to the unwarranted remark. « Better hurry ! »

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;">Harkon spotted a lamp and hurriedly lit it with his bricket. Inside, appear some old racks carrying classical weapons and a few halberds. Chests and several shelves in the background. Cases containing various equipment and rows of various bags in the bottom.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;">Nemesis hastened to seek his equipment. Quickly finding his out of place helmet with the respirator hose still in good condition. He hastened to put it on without taking the time to close it or fix it. '''I was afraid they would have teared it off ... I don't want to tink how I would have...'''

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm;">« Funny taste? It's a ceremonial helmet? » Harkon asked, while searching the contents of the chests for loot.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">« Grr, did you saw some sort of kukri ? A machete ? It's my knife, rather simple with an inwardly curved black blade. And not in really good shape. »

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">« Really ? You have strange tastes man. »

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">While searching racks, Nemesis finally finds his knife but no trace of his weapon of predilection. If only I had more than one magazine left.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"Ok I have my knife still the spear and my equipment bag."

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"The ruined bag with weapons and pieces of armor?"

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"You found it?!? And a strange spear with a handle like a crossbow?"

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">« Seriously ? Nothing a bit less exotic?»

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">However, footsteps rang through the corridor. Alerting the two intruders of how little time they had left.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Throwing a last look at the objects of sufficient size, he finally noticed a long locked metal trunk in a corner.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">Rushing to the trunk, he tried to force the cadena, to no avail. Worse, cries of alarm began to resonate.

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">« We're out of time! We must run now !»

<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">« Not without my rifle ! » yelled Némésis by grabbing an axe and smashing the padlock. After a few attempts under Harkon's insults, the trunk finally yielded revealing the content sought-after draped in a canvas.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">The two intruders fled as fast as they could in the direction of the exit planned by Harkon, but an alerted patrol barred the road.

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"Stop in the name of the Law!"

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<p style="margin-bottom:0cm">"No choice!" warned Nemesis by charging the guards, a mass borrowed from the armory in his hand.