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Post by Teinaava on Feb 29, 2008 10:54:26 GMT 10
Ochaiva and Teinaava both retreated into a dark corner of the room, waiting silently, watching the next shift of guards. The guards entered, and did not seem to notice the absence of the two Argonians. That is until one of the Khajiit slaves who had witnessed the escape called one of the guards over. The Khajiit scum pointed right at the corner where the two Argonians stood, The guard walked over, inspecting the corner carefully, with his broadsword drawn. Teinaava lifted his old chains, each hand grasped one end of the chain, effectively forming a garrote. As the guard stepped closer, Teinaava leapt up wrapping the chain around the Dunmer's escaped throat. The Dunmer began to gasp for air, and flail his arms.
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Post by Ranger on Feb 29, 2008 15:19:40 GMT 10
The Dunmer Guard suddenly felt the feel of metal on his neck. He gasped, thinking that he was about to die by a blade of iron or steel. But how? Here in the mine, there were no weapons...
...And he suddenly realized that this was, in fact, not a true weapon. It was a crude, makeshift garrote formed from steel chains, the kind of chains which held the slave bracers together and prevented slaves who were skilled in Hand-to-Hand combat from attempting to attack the guards. But it worked nearly as well as real garrotes. He gasped for air as the chains tightened. He made out two shapes in air. Chameleon magic? The fools must have somehow managed to get hold of some Magicka restoring potions. The slave bracers drained Magicka slowly, but they did the job well enough - and they didn't need the chains to function. His throat was burning.
"Escapees!" he snarled with what breath remained with him.
Nearly no more air. His vision was blurry. He desperately shoved his broadsword at the shapes.
Note from Ranger: Slave Bracers actually clamp around your wrists and constantly drain Magicka from you. They need keys to open. Well, you could try the pickaxe thing on them as well I suppose, but you'd probably end up smashing your wrists too.
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Post by Teinaava on Mar 1, 2008 12:36:57 GMT 10
I realize it wouldn't actually work, but i can't see how you could realistically pickpocket someone for keys while you were slapped in manacles either, and I got tired of trying to think of something else
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Post by Ranger on Mar 1, 2008 15:31:54 GMT 10
Actually the only things the Slave Bracers do is drain your Magicka and weigh down your arms. You can do anything else you want - sneaking, pickpocketing (nearly impossible with handcuffs as you said), Hand-to-Hand combat, ect. Without chains, the Bracers are essentially just enchanted armour.
The guard began to black out. Without air, he couldn't lift his sword and his initial blow had gone awry. The other guards must have noticed his last gasp by now...
His last vision before he fell was of the other guards chatting and gulping down flasks of Cyrodiilic Brandy, oblivious to danger which lay only metres away from them....
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Post by Teinaava on Mar 11, 2008 4:27:54 GMT 10
As the guard breathed his last teinaava's hand shot out, reaching for the broadsword, in the darkness, and perhaps because he couldn't see his hands, he accidentally struck the hilt of the sword sending it clattering away, making quite a bit of noise, and drawing the curiosity of the other on duty guard.
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Post by Orisis on Apr 12, 2008 9:42:17 GMT 10
[[ I find a little error in continuinity here. Right now, I'm led to assume that the guards are drinking heavily without any source of light, and the now dead guard was not holding a torch? If Teinaava couldn't see his hand in the darkness, I have no idea how he could've swung the pick knowing he could hit rock and not another slave. Oh well, I'll play along. :] ]]
"What's that?" A voice in the darkness breathed, a drunkern slur accentuating the imperial accent," I'm going to take a look, boys."
The torch that the dead guard was holding had been flickered out, strangled by the dead weight of the corpse on top of it. The small, vaguely rectangular room was in pitch blackness now, and the slaves, who had previously looked on at the brawl began to mutter in unease. There was one dead guard in a room full of slaves. Any drunkern fool would've put two and two together.
The metallic sounds of the armored boots scuffing across the uneven surface of the mine grew louder, as a faint source of light appeared from just around the corner. The broadsword which had clattered away from the guard's corpse was only a meter of so away from Teinaava, yet just barely out of reach in his slave manacles. The guard rounded the corner, and froze.
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Post by Ranger on Apr 12, 2008 19:49:22 GMT 10
[Since when did the guard have a torch? There are torches on the walls near the guards. The guards themselves hold only alcohol.]
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Post by Orisis on Apr 13, 2008 13:49:46 GMT 10
[[ Well, if there were torches on the walls near the guards, then I think that Teinaava would've seen his hands, unless he was blind? ]]
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Post by Ranger on Apr 13, 2008 16:50:53 GMT 10
[From what I get the layout is: Couple of guards near door. Torches near door. One guard looking in a dark corner for Teinaava. Corner is far away form the light.]
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Post by Teinaava on Apr 14, 2008 5:59:29 GMT 10
{yup i think ranger has the general idea pretty much down}
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Post by Orisis on Apr 14, 2008 12:33:15 GMT 10
[[ Aah. I see then. Ignore the torch bit then. ]]
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