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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 22:09:32 GMT
He could see no more guards, but recalled there was just one more guard at the entrance to the dungeons. The cells went down further than Galahad could see in the dim light, which meant this guard could either go into the darkness, or towards the lighter end of the corridor that led to the entrance.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 22:12:40 GMT
Galahad looked back at the body of the now dead guard to see if he possessed anything useful.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 22:24:16 GMT
Galahad has already taken the guard's sword but he also finds chainmail, a helm, a table dagger, a flask of some kind of alcohol and a purse containing a handful of copper coins, a few bearing the sigil of the late king Vortigern, others from the Roman occupation.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 22:31:28 GMT
Galahad put on the chain mail and the helm. He left the alcohol and the coins where they were.
"Here, take this. You may need to protect yourself." He told Father Eadmund, giving him the dagger.
(OOC: Oh Lancelot, where art thou?)
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 22:58:15 GMT
The priest took the dagger as well as the items Galahad ignored. He also took the dead man's tunic and put it on after stripping off his own ripped robe.
"Thank you, sir. I regret that I do not know the dungeons. I have been here only once, to offer comfort to an unfortunate prisoner," he sighed.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 23:03:43 GMT
"That is alright. I am sure we can find our way out." Galahad replied. "We'll have to deal with the guard if we mean to escape. I'll do that myself. I'll mean to get as close to him as I can before fighting him, and the chances of doing that may be improved if I approach him alone in this disguise. It would likely be best if you were to remain in the cell while I do that."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 23:11:35 GMT
"I can do that," the priest vowed. "But I will watch closely. Try to be quiet else you may alert the man at the door."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 23:12:59 GMT
Galahad nodded, before striding out of the cell, confidently, but keeping his head tilted toward the floor to obscure his face. He began to walk toward the guard at a pace that was neither slow nor fast.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 23:18:55 GMT
"What do you want?" The guard asked, turning to face him. "My prisoner is such a bore, never says a word, unlike your two."
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 23:23:27 GMT
Galahad grunted and shrugged, still moving toward him.
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 3, 2012 23:36:28 GMT
"What's the matter with you?" The guard asked.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 3, 2012 23:39:42 GMT
Galahad stopped and bent over, forcing himself to cough.
(How far away from the guard is Galahad?)
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 0:00:43 GMT
Pretty close. The corridor isn't wide. He is within touching distance if he stretches out his arm.
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Post by Sir Galahad on Jul 4, 2012 0:09:36 GMT
Galahad drew his sword, and raised his head to look at the man. "I will not have it said I am dishonorable. You can surrender now or draw your sword and face me, I will not kill you before you arm yourself."
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Post by Morgan le Fay on Jul 4, 2012 0:15:38 GMT
The guard merely snarled and rushed at him with drawn sword.
"Die!" He yelled.
Galahad knew there was a risk the man at the door might have heard them.
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