The escape went better than I had hoped. I had planned on Pathfinder dying a horribly bloody death, but he managed to survive.
Maybe better is too strong a term.
Everything started out as planned. We gathered outside my cell after dinner and waited for the perfect moment.
Every evening, the guards changed shifts. Unfortunately, there were twice as many guards nearby, but they'd be disorganized and unprepared.
When the time came, we set our plan into action.
Pathfinder charmed a guard and set him loose on the rest. One second, they're talking about last night's game and the next, they're trying to kill each other.
Next, I sent the demons in to clear a path for us.
GoblinPathfinder>> Did you say a path?
GoblinSmithy>> Shut the hell up.
We made our way toward the yard. All hell had broken loose and no one really seemed to be paying us any attention.
The yags were setting the pace in front and I had the orcs tag along behind us so that:
a) they couldbe brought forward in case of emergency
b) they could be left behind at my leisure
Things were going perfect.
BlackMage1 starts casting Firaga III on the Yagudo Prior.
BlackMage2 starts casting Firaga III on the Yagudo Prior.
BlackMage3 starts casting Firaga III on the Yagudo Zealot.
BlackMage4 starts casting Firaga III on the Yagudo Prior.
BlackMage5 starts casting Firaga III on the Yagudo Zealot.
BlackMage6 starts casting Firaga III on the Yagudo Zealot.
Yeah. Nothing says perfect plan like watching your back up get lit on fire.
Seems I had underestimated our guards. While the guys inside were busy getting their asses kicked by their union rep, they had a full alliance of Black Mages waiting for us at the gate.
GoblinSmithy>> Oh crap.
GoblinPathfinder>> What do we do now?
GoblinSmithy>> I'd assume we die.
GoblinSmithy>> Why don't you go first?
I was all ready to get set ablaze when something interesting happened.
The orcs swarmed past us and ran head long into the Black Mages.
Well... They ran head long toward the Black Mages.
I'll give the guys points for enthusiasm, but I really don't think they thought that plan through entirely.
Maybe I shouldn't have told them to run towards the light.
They had barely made it a few steps in front of us when the Mages started casting again. I tackled Pathfinder to the ground and rolled him just outof their range.
Okay... It wasn't so much a tackle as me diving and accidentally hitting Pathfinder on the way.
We managed to make it out of the range of the spell, so we didn't get set on fire.
We did, however, have a horde of charred orc corpses fall on us.
Do you have any idea how bad orcs smell when they haven't been lit on fire?
Multiply that by a thousand.
Luck seemed to be with us though. The smell was so terrible that the guards wouldn't even come near the pile of bodies.
When dark came and the guards moved inside, we just got up and walked out.
Anti-climax for the win.
Honestly, that would have been truamatic enough. Then, as we walked away, I looked back at the prison.
There in the window was Pathfinder's old cellmate.
And he was crying.
Still, we were free and the air was sweet.
At least, I assume it's sweet.
We spent hours under a pile of charred, reeking flesh.
Charred, reeking orc flesh.
Yeah, if you need me, I'll be showering for the next week or so.