Galahad turned to the girl, his back against the cold stone walls of his cell. He is still weak after enduring endless hours of torture and pain, all for the sake of protecting his family - his brother and sister, as well as his father Lancelot. Only the gods knew what is his father up to, though Galahad hoped that it was for the salvation of Camelot from the clutches of the Mad Dragon.
He dropped down and sat, his eyes remained at Janus though his mind is elsewhere, thinking of a way to escape from the impenetrable walls of Dhûnwall. "Hey kid," he called out in a whisper. "I bet you know some the gangs that resided within the prison, would you mind sending them a message?" He asked.
Gosh he really did look rough. When he went and slumped against the wall, Jan honestly thought she'd lose him for a moment or so. The man just looked distant, his body here yes, but his mind clearly wandering within other realms. If he hadn't of spoken to her, she'd mistake him for an actual corpse altogether truth be told.
A Message? Now that was an interesting request. Whatever could he be planning by sending messages. Still only halfway surfaced through her little rat hole, Janus leaned forwards, resting her head in her hands, a devilishly cheeky smile blooming across her face.
"A message? Oh yes, do tell,"
* - * - *
Her task, although simple enough in theory, did in fact take a day or so to fully organise and undertake. She wanted it completed to a satisfactory level too, for firstly, Janny never did anything halfheartedly if she could help it, and secondly, she didn't really fancy displeasing a man like Galahad. Sure, he looked a little weak and off colour now, but she didn't really like the idea of seeing him truly riled when back to his full strength.
Therefore, she undertook her mission as seriously as she would have one of her regular commissions. The Sage's were professionals after all. To begin with, she decided to go after the more... 'brutish' prison mates, thinking they'd be the trickiest to convince.
Whereas some of the other types and cliques had organised and banded together naturally throughout Dhûnwall, Janny was rather surprised to find the more warrior type inmates relatively disorderly. For if they weren't starting fights with other gangs within the prison, they just decided to fight each other instead. But if there was one thing the Brutes were not expecting, it was for a small teenage girl to emerge into their cells like a mole in the ground and persuade them into banding together as a solitary organised force.
And persuade them she did. For the Brutes, the usual simple empty promise's were enough to sate their appetites for the cause. Once collected together to form a single Gang, Janny appointed a rather giant-like blonde called Bela to be their leader. He had a surprisingly smart head on his shoulders, and he kept calling her Mouse, which she decided to take as a term of endearment instead of an insult. Lovingly, Janny named her newly formed gaggle of giants 'The Bulks'.
Second on the list were a type much more closer to her own heart. Hell, they were nearly her own flesh and blood even truth be told. Thieves, other Assassins and altogether general sneaky people had (unsurprisingly) formed a little gang of their own already. This could have been a problem, but, lucky for our girl Jan, who happened to be the founder and organiser of this pre-existing clique but an old friend. Adoni was a girl just about a decade her senior. Both Janus and her Father had run into her a few times on the job, and the two girls in particular had formed a casual friendship along their travels. So it was in fact rather nice to bump into her like this. Adoni's bunch were nicknamed 'The Sneaks'.
Finally, there was a rather rare breed to be collected into a final faction. So called liars, men and women labelled traitors to the court. Fallen Knights and politicians, all people of honour. Some of these did refuse her offer, possibly out of pride or maybe just simple lack of hope at their prospects. The others were the trickiest to convince however, but after hours of talking, she just about managed it. Janny internally called this ragtaggle little band of outcasts 'The Wronged'.
To each of her now newly collected and organised factions, Janny had recited Galahads exact words. She'd simply told them all what he had told them exactly, and only added the odd dash of exaggeration when it was absolutely needed. Once she'd finally assembled and organised them all to a satisfactory level, it'd been around three days. The planning had been extensive, dodging and noting guard rotations and shifts was tricky, and goodness knows how many little tiny fibs she had had to tell to get all those that she could to help them.
But she'd done it. After three days, Janus had managed it.
The time was nearly right, for an uprising to begin.
The bells toll eleven. No, twelve times Galahad counted. By the fourth day, he had hoped that the plan was carefully relayed to all the gangs of Dhûnwall for it to be able to work. To the gods he praised, that his strength had been recovered after remaining within the confinements of his cell and he could fight against the guards if needed - no, if they stood in his way to freedom.
Damn it all. He cursed as he looked outside his cell and observed the two guards that stands ready at the end of the hallway. A large rectangular shield in their hands, their armour is unsullied by the crimson colour of blood. Recruits. Galahad thought to himself. It seems his plan would go more smoothly than he had anticipated. But these are legionnaires of Camelot, they won't be surrendering just as easy as he'd hoped.
Galahad watched as a legionnaire approached their cells, carrying a shield painted red with a black hand holding a thunderbolt, no doubt this man is a part of the detachment force sent to the prison from the Storm Legion. Yet, the former knight felt no fear for any of the soldiers that patrols the damned prison itself. All he cares is to get out of the walls of Dhûnwall itself.
As the man opened the iron doors to Galahad's cell, the former knight grabbed the legionnaire's throat and slammed him down to the ground, knocking him unconscious. He quickly turned his attention to the other two that stands at the end of the hallway and picked up the man's sword as well as the large shield. It happened too fast, in a single swing Galahad had sliced their throats and the dead bodies thumped of the floor underneath his feet. Crimson blood poured out of their wounds.
Galahad wasted no time. He unlocks the cells with the keys picked up from the floor and have them armed themselves with the weapons of the fallen legionnaires. It wasn't long before the sound of drums can be heard booming across the walls, relaying the signal of an attempted prison break.
*-*-*
Truth be told, it started like any other average day at the prison. New captives being dragged into cells here, raving old loons screaming into nothing over there. And instead of the usual scheduled torture sessions and gruel eating, it seemed a general riot and revolt had been thrown into the works for that particular day.
Janny had holed up in Adoni's cell for that night, with reason. Adoni and the rest of the Sneaks were to flee into the tunnel system during the night, and then place themselves in various advantageous locations throughout Dhûnwall. Some were waiting beneath the armoury, taking stock and readying themselves to dish out weapons as was seen fit, others were laying in wait under the guards barracks, and it went on.
Janny was to wait in the cell until the guard came for his usual checks. Because it he went and saw a completely empty cell with no obvious signs of force being used to escape, he'd probably notice. It wasn't long before the telltale signs of footsteps made themselves heard down the hallway. In a flash, she was hidden. Crouching behind a small half-wall. She couldn't see behind it, but she could hear, and that was more than enough.
His footsteps stopped, a moment of quiet as he looked into the cell.
"... the fuck."
Well that was easy enough to decipher.
The jangle keys, louder than usual as he rushed to find the right one. Boots shuffling against the stone, rather close now, and then,
She practically leapt to her feet. A single quick swooping motion, best way to do it. With a wide swing of her arm she looped it around the guards head and pulled him back and down. He struggled of course, but Janus expected nothing less. Killed in silence, and less than a minute. Twas the Sage way to do things. The body slumped to the ground with a dull thud.
She took his sword as a precaution, muttering under her breath as she did,
"I'm glad Pater isn't here..."
Then she was gone. Back down into the ratway, and off to find Galahad again.
Originally Posted by Cfavano
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