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IT HAS OFFICIALLY BEGUN!


Chapter 1: Crushed by a Dream

Vented from destruction, Takuso sprinted towards the distant glimmer of light protruding through the cramped walls of darkness that cascaded inward. While all the surging pain pulsing through his body incessantly reminded him of the sheer impossibilities of such a fete, his mind lingered on the single dosage of hope that dangled from the discouraging development. She was there beside him. Like a bird soaring through a flightless gravity; a man emerging from a calamitous explosion; a seed sprouting from dust and ash. Though the world was crashing down upon him, and the remote light seemed an impossibility, the vibrations of language that resonated from behind him was a barren reflection of hope, it was her voice. He felt her hands plunging between his scapulas, forcing a dash from a motionless identity. He obliged, and he was grateful for her consideration for his life.
He was thankful for this last moment together.
The ground rumbled beneath Takuso’s bare, blistered feet. The world swayed in veering turbulence. All in this instant, Takuso’s life seemed to fall upon this pendulum and swing his weight into gear. These memories tell of a life through the stark veneer of prospering revelations, but such a life is meaningless without motion. For all of the past recollections in his grasp could never assert a step towards his destined bearing of portioned apprehension; he had all the fuel he would ever need, but his body was too small to reach the peddle.
Now at the brink of destruction, his feet felt no pain. The falling stalactites landed ominously in the background, and, strangely, conformed around the gravity of his soul, rolling off an invisible slope encasing his body.
Someone wanted him alive.
The rocks along the floor pierced Takuso’s flesh, but pain was a missing case to this thread of instinct; for when sprinting towards the prospect of survival, pain is forever on your side.
The light shuffled closer, and closer, each step seemed to emerge him in a whole new world. With her by his side, nothing could tear him down; nothing could make him fall now. He was getting closer, and closer, and closer, and closer, and then…
Behind him, he felt the rumble blast in a shock wave of dust and debris. Pushing him now to the floor…he had fallen. As instinct, he closed his eyes and only found a means of waiting. With much pain and fear, anxiety covered his soul with a film of anguish, and he suspected at any instant of time, that he would be crushed. But, time appeared to be following a different schedule on this day, for as Takuso flicked open his eyes to the aftermath of this horrid equation, the light before him engulfed his dilated pupils with a searing mark of epiphany.
He made it.
In the happiness of such a victory, Takuso lost sight of the surroundings, and discovered the pleasures of life. Bliss swells from redefined darkness, and this light, so unexpected, was now a new salvation to Takuso’s heart. But then, a single thought sprouted within the darkness of his consciousness, and wheeling around, he finally noticed it…
She was gone.
In the blink of an eye, Takuso’s heart dropped from his chest, and digested within his gastrointestinal tract. Around him, light turned to darkness, he looked up and saw a single glow of radiance out in the distance, and he was back to where he began. This time, no pain was in his soul, no fear, no anxiety. As the walls began to fall around him, Takuso sat in the mud and waited for his life to collapse. Closing his eyes to the darkness of the night, he smiled and forgot everything he had ever hoped to achieve, all the dreams, the intellectual speeches. Everything fell around him, his life, his cave was now on the bring of engulfing him, all at the loss of his greatest love.
Sitting their in madness, in ignorance, Takuso felt the last rock fall, the barrier around him crack, and his body fall limp to the weight above him, and then.
He woke up…
***
The Valley of Blizzards, an everlasting eruption of austere environmental conditions, gusts of wind blowing snow caps back and forth along a barren plane, crested with a lifeless void of seething despair that soaks into the deepest depths of its frozen rain. Perched atop the stretched column of Stribog, The Valley of Blizzards was conceived through millions of years of continental drift, placing the “thumb” of Usha high into the northern hemisphere, near colliding with the ice caps and resonating a stark and eternal winter. It is here, swimming along this cursed wonderland that young mercenary Alex trudges along the cold, dense blankets of mounding snow, enduring the hammering, skin piercing gusts of icy wind that pounded perpetually at his hardened flesh.
Twenty two year old Alex Vociar had a mission, and as he had learned through the mounding years of dark revelations, through the constant scalping his own satisfaction, a mission had to be completed, no matter the cost.
He was now plunging deeper and deeper through the cold snow, arms crossed in a plea of warmth, breathing in and out through the mask of a brown, flimsy old scarf wrapped tightly around his face, concealing all but his vibrant light blue eyes. His reddish brown hair flaked through the crevices atop the mounding pile of cloth, and danced with the songs of the chilling flurry of the fifty mile an hour winds. His stature strong, standing a powerful six feet, his pecs and abdomen could only suggest a man made for battle.
Alex’s mind was racing upon the events that had proceeded this moment. As a trained killer, his mind had to be guided away from the moral aspects of his actions, to protect that of the image of his very soul. For as long as he could possibly remember, the words of duty long overweighed the choices of moral, and his own words consisted of any phrase required to carry him lightly through each day without a question of personal rebellion.
As a constant marker of his societal mutineer, contract killing became a great skill to explore in a search for individual reality; soon, it came to be that only the blood of his victims could satisfy the growing desires that plagued this lost, confused soul. For taking a life can only be done from somebody that lives within a life of torment; a hellish existence that defined Alex’s every step through the arctic fortress that lay at the peak of the Valley of Blizzards in Stribog, Usha.
Though his hands may be stained with blood, the true art of his mind was still hidden far beneath the conscious words of death.
***
Far away, in a bleak, gloomy cell, sat Commander Fruik Boldregi, the leader of a chapter three regional rebellion of the Priscan army. His muddy prison attire, a single brown cloth, was raped around his body like a toga. The cell was small, with a single thin blanket and a torn up pillow, he was forced to find the driest spot on the floor to cot. During rain storms, the cracks in the ceiling let in teems of water that raised an inch above the ground. Commander Boldregi had been captured not long before, for a publicity stunt that caused an uprising of riots all across the city.
Following his command, Commander Boldregi’s followers all marched up to the Mayor Jool’s house and began tearing it down to the ground. Scratching off paint, breaking windows, digging up his territory. Jool’s bodyguards arrived shortly, and the team scrambled, but Boldregi stood strong and yelled out to the world “We must stand and fight the crooked authority!”
Following his immediate arrest, a number of civil protests shaped all around the city, in outstanding numbers. So as Commander Boldregi heard the footsteps echoing from down the narrow corridor leading to his cell, he expected to confront Mayor Jool himself, pleading to control this situation.
The person he saw rounding the corner was definitely not who he was expecting.
***
As the hours slowly passed by him, like the last heartbeat of a desperate man, time seemed to stop and his entire life became a tapestry of realizations. In a world of eternal repetition, ones only means of stimulus is within the confines of their own consciousness. The attributes of which Alex had to face were as unpleasant as a forgotten birthday. So as he continued to blink the bombardment of memories from his thoughts, a sudden light shown within the darkness of the night. This light was so bright that in its essence, the entire world seemed to turn away, snow dissolved and fell into the dry earth below, rocks turned to dust, scarce traces of dead wood turned instantly to ashes, and an assault of luminosity pierced Alex’s dilated pupil, burning a message in its wake, scraping its strength of magnitude along the walls of his iris.
Alex fell to the ground, instantly piled in snow. A revelation so regrettable had just shoved a boulder through the narrow passageways of his mind. And as he felt his every cavity burst in pressure, a tear, a single tear fell from its source. It came from inside him, directly from his eye, emanated from his very mind, and the warmth of such a beast was intoxicating to say the least, but Alex’s perceptions remained, for debate of his own heart, selectively ignorant to moral revelation. Standing to his feet, Alex looked out into the indistinguishable scenery, in tact, darkness, the only light that of the pure white blizzard of snow, he proclaimed with a vengeful tone, that survival and accomplishment of duty was the soul purpose of his life, and that he would not be struck down in such a manner. With these words, he felt his feet press onward through the snow.
***

IM STILL WRITING IT IF YOU SEE THIS

Mirari wrote:

Sr Lyranardo IV wrote:I'll Delete this later but QUESTION! Are we still writing are own stories? because if so, I will begin writing my introduction for chapter 2.

1. You have a side plot story that appears later, if you want, but if it's an explanation of where you're from, or w/e to the other characters, you can put that in a single post, and if it takes too much room, wait for someone to say something like "Go on," or, "But why did that dude eat the lemon??!?!?!" [That was an example.]
2. We split up after chapter 5, I believe.

EDIT: BTW, I'm locking the topic until it's time to start

Oh le gasp another question, shouldn't I just set up a sticky thread where we put are prologues? It will be cleaner and a bit more casual to have a sort of Mini-Plot Thread next to the original.

that is an interesting idea, you can do that for now, but we may need to incorperate it into the storyline thread at some points

Sorry about the doubly post, the message was too long, it wasn't letting me post

As the primary messenger to possibly the most powerful and feared men on the underground, Roderick Geora knew how to get around. Maneuvering in and out of fortresses unseen, being a key witness to conversations that were never meant to be perceived. He is the third eye of the fabled Purple Mage.
Earlier upon this day, Roderick obtained some starling information, life changing, an opportunity that cannot be passed over. After reporting to The Purple Mage, he was then instructed to contact and free the recently detained Commander Boldregi, a quest that came with no particular difficulty to the trained persona of Roderick Geora.
Being a servant of a powerful mage, Roderick has learned quite a bit of how to cast spells and perform certain tasks that most would deem impossible with a simple modification to his state of consciousness. One particular abnormality to their relationship is that the term “third eye” is actually quite literal, as the two are connected on an otherworldly basis, through the eccentric conduits of the mind. For, perched atop the confines of science fiction, sits the concept of telekinesis, where, even on the strange planet known only as Tarahn, such an idea is seen as relatively absurd.
After being briefed on the details of the operation, Roderick leaped from his boring state and found the path towards the city of Prisca. The Purple Mages words were clear, “don’t be seen.” Of course, such an implement inevitably suggested that this mission would be generally lax on the far side of excitement and action, during which, times like these are ones in which Roderick could flourish. But The Purple Mage’s words were laws, laws that, unlike the crooked, genocidal government of Prisca, could not, by any means of moral or determination, could broken.
Now at the wide doorway to the myth derived “point of no return” towards the national law enforcement center of Prisca, Roderick smiled as he gazed upon the many weaknesses of which this system lacked in security. It appeared, to any untrained eye, that this was an impenetrable fortress, with two or three arm guards at ever exit and entrance, holding swords to their sides and stopping anyone that attempts to gain access. At an instant, while walking by the entrance, seemingly only an ordinary citizen of Prisca, Roderick let his eyes fall upon the determination of the guards as they stood there, eyeing out possible criminals walking by and rudely asking jabbing questions to women and children. Feeling a revelation coming on, Roderick made his way to the entrance.
As expected, the guard raised his sword to his neck as he ascended the final steps towards the entrance. Such a weak system. He thought to himself, giving the guard a smug smile as he rolled his eyes up and down his body. Roderick’s smile seemed to anger the guard, for, upon seeing it, his face turned from his prosperous, haughty expression to that of disgust.
“What’chu smilin’ at ya dumb ass punk.” The guard said, raising his sword an inch or so to have the point gently collide with the flesh beneath Roderick’s chin. The guard at the other side of the door starred at the blank spaces before him.
***
Time seemed to be passing by like a single tree outside a speeding vehicle, and as the harshness of the weather only continued to steep in doubt, Alex felt the world blur around him. Slowly, each flake of snow melted with another, until his world would become a pure white entity of pain and despair. He witnessed the world around him, dissolving, smearing like a wet painting, distorted by the touch of his own fingertips. The horizon evaporated behind a wall of frost, and Alex felt as if each step he took was yet another stride against his own sanity.
It’s just over this hill! Alex told himself as he felt the rise in earthly slope ascend beneath his feet. In times of war and defeat, Alex was capable of remaining painfully optimistic in order to accomplish the goals that must be completed to put food upon his plate. While a general pessimist on a worldly scale, when faced with personal aspirations, no darker side could thwart his line of sight, in such times; realism is all he could lean on for truth. At these times, a separate state of consciousness was a boundary in which he was prepared, and willing to cross. Anything or anyone that stood at the base of his path was cut down without so much as a prayer. Alex slices down his resilient opponents, cuts through the thick layers of personal history, toys with the minds of his victims until only their blood remains to tell their tale. Only a man without a past can take part in the dissimulation of another mans soul, and Alex stepped through his everyday believing his past wasn’t one to be reckoned with, a meaningless tale that can get nobody nowhere.
As the walls of frost cascaded slowly inward, Alex felt his body shrill in a slim portion of fear. As each hills quiet ascend heightened the desire for closure, and the later descent only worked to kill off the single ray of hope. The senses of victory began slipping away; past the reach of his fingertips, lost in the white abyss that lay before him. Alex faced death with a hard, stone face, and he would not fall beneath its grasp unless all the gods of the underworld conformed together to rip his soul from his body. So now, at the door to death once again, Alex’s step began to perk in motivation, and his mind began to steer more and more in the prospect of survival, thoughts dwelling on the kill that was to ensue this trance of endurance.
It probably took about another half and hour to find it, though the feeling was of a much more extensive duration. Alex saw, dimly lit through the subsiding lizard, a small town alight beneath a concave mountain. It wasn’t until he staggered closer to the pastel scene that he realized that the small camp lay in the middle of what looked like a vast crater, the walls reaching up about forty feet. Around the town, Alex saw a thin glimmer sparkling through the air, forming into a rounded dome, covering the entire town in a bubble. Alex new this well, it was a spell, surely cast by a mage of much authoritative ability. Within the bubble, the town was protected from the roars of the storms. This meant bad news for Alex, for though he was skilled in the use of magic, he was no mage, and a mage can only be brought down with quick actions, and careful movements. Alex formulated a stealth mission within his head, and cased the buildings and alleyways, running his eyes across the plane of the town’s miniscule volume. He saw smoke rising from the chimneys, tracing the grounds, he witnessed a few items that were baffling. Snowmen standing idly, generating an inviting sense of security, dogs out on leashes, a few bicycles calmly places at certain junctures of housing, could it be? Civilization? He had been led to believe that this settlement was an informal base for bandit leaders and fugitives, the cozy sight of civilization was puzzling to say the least, but once again, a job was a job, Alex had to deal with pedestrians on a regular basis, nothing he wasn’t used to.
Alex’s name was famous within the underground, while above ground, his shadowy enigma was only a sight witnessed at the crossroads to the afterlife. A face among the crowd, a frown subsiding the evil grin.
This one time, Alex was contacted by an old man, he seemed rushed and frightened. He was told to meet beside a dark alley near Crow street in Reoza, a city in Prisca, on the twenty first of Augoist. Following the instructions of a possible client, Alex obliged and went out to the requested meeting area on the said date.

"Finally", Alex said. He finally saw the camp that he was meant to destroy. First, he must spy. Alex took out his binoculars, and saw that the camp was highly secured. He jumped down he hill, within his last breaths, and found a cave.

He slept for the night.

The morning after, he entered the camp by climbing some vines that grew on the walls. He saw that 2 guards were coming, and Alex hid in a box. He used his little chihuahua Bowie to distract the guard. Then, Bowie pissed on the guards, and the guards chased it. Alex then walked to the jail. He saw the jail. He found his dog again, who jumped in his pocket. Alex started thinking of a plan... A perfect plan. Brute force is NOT everything.

He slide around a corner, keeping his ears and eyes open for anything. He heard them, then. He ducked behind a barrel as they came into view. There was a man, the prisoner, he knew. That was the man he was sent to save, but he was more.
The other was a Female Sergent at the camp. He did not recognize her face, but clearly saw the points her ears made. Their voices were quite, and he strained to hear them.

"listen, we need to use this opening here," the Sergent told Takuso, pointing to a map, "That's the safest way out of the main wall. Unfortunately, I'd have to bring you passed the guards, and there is little reason to..." she cut herself off, turning her head. Takuso raised his eyes at her reaction. No words were needed to imply his question.
"...to go over there," she continued, "So we'll have to go at night, I do hope you're good with shadows." Takuso nodded. The Sergent stood, leaving the cell, and locking it. The echo of footsteps rang down the hall of the jail. She was already standing at her post.
"Sergent, you are relived, a commanding voice told her, "Report to the Captain."
"Yes, Sir," replied the woman, turning to leave. She glanced back at Takuso, then at the other end of the hallway, where Alex hid.

And then, Alex, wormed his way around the corner, and snuck outside the building, and, carefully followed the Sergent.

He saw her walk into the captains tent. He couldn't hear them, mainly because they were too far and enclosed, and going any closer would be too dangerous.

Alex, who was a skilled mage and a warrior, concentrated magic in his ears, increasing their range. He listened as the two talked to each other.
"You are to leave for the main camp in three days."
"Why?"
"You'll find out when you get there."
Alex figured this was unimportant. He continued with the pursuit.

The Sergent seems to be nothing of value to the mission, but Alex still wanted to pursue her. Was it her beauty? Did she had any value to the mission...?

The Sergent laid herself down, gazing at the ceiling. Three days. She had three days to get the man who the Purple Mage had charged her to get, out of this hell hole. Her eyes closed. Why did she even except this.

The young woman watched as the curtains to the tent were spread, the two masked figures behind her disappeared into the mist. She spent only a second analyzing her surroundings before locking her eyes on the man who sat behind the desk.
"What do you want."
"I have a mission for you."
"You had to kidnap me?"
"Would you have agreed to go with two masked men?"
"Good point," she said, turning her head to a ball on a shelf to her left, "What is it?"
"There is a man in a jail cell in Stribog. Get him out."
The woman bent her head, "I know of the place. It's his, isn't it?"
"20 days."
"Why should I accept?"
The man stood up, going over to a shelf. He picked up a bow and quiver that held 14 arrows. "Do you know these markings?" he asked, nodding to the whittled bow. The woman's eyes only widened for a second.
"Go on..."
"Your fathers bow, Mirari," said the Purple robed man, "is yours."

Mirari sat up, shaking her head.
"You can come out now, friend," she said, knowing she was not the only one in her room.

Takuso sat quietly in his cell, contemplating the events that were soon to occur. What most intrigued him was why he was there in the first place. And of course the riveting question of who wanted his freedom so bad as to send a young lost mercenary to bring such a dream about.

He admitted, the capture was a surprise. Laying down on the cold hard floor, he whisked his consciousness into the shadows, dissolving all of his senses back to the incident. The monks taught him this technique, meditation, relieving one self of all emotion and conscious thought, opening ones mind to the inner truth hidden by walls of feeling.

His mind drifted back. Less than a month previously, he had awoken to see the smoke from a nearby village billowing into the sky. The shapes maliciously took on their innocent forms, cruelly masking the stench of blood that engulfed the surrounding oxygen. Upon this site, Takuso felt his heart drop to his knees, carrying his weight along with it. Those people, the people who only a night before had fed him and given the poor lost man a warm bed to sleep in, free of charge. He thought upon all the friendly faces encountered within the walls of that peaceful vicinity. And he knew that he had to move.

Snaking back along the land, the fading cloud of dust and ash from burning homes and...people towered over his head, the village visible now over the next hill, Takuso saw the flames rising into the world above. Though the air was defiantly silent, Takuso swore he heard the screams of the small children that had been only hours before playing out in the descending sunshine. What were their names? It seemed such an important question, that a lonely traveler could not, but felt obligated to answer. He did not want them to be forgotten. He did not want them to die. For pain seemed such an evil face to that of innocents.

Takuso sprinted towards the wide settlement. It felt to him that each step, he was leaving behind all the fears and instincts that continued to tell him to turn away, but one instinct remained prevalent within his stimulated mind, to protect the children. He ran towards the town, and at the very first step, he felt the smoldering heat boiling his flesh away. But pain was a faint whisper now. He ran into the first house he came by, the powerful flames only increasing the pain of the burns he was experiencing. The crackling of dieing wood filled the air with an ominous warning, but Takuso was deaf to such sounds at this moment. Suddenly, from the rubble, he heard a faint cry from up the stairs.

sprinting towards the sounds of life, Takuso leaped over small portions of rising flames. They caught his clothing, singing holes deep into his flesh. At the top step, he quickly gazed at his surroundings, wincing to the pain that now covered his body. There were a number of cries, somehow, the entire familly seemed to be locked in this one place. He ran into the room in which the sounds were coming from, and found himself face to face with the deepest, most terrifying pair of eyes he had ever witnessed.

At this moment, Takuso felt a shred of consciousness coming back to him, he recognized only for a moment the hard stone floor pinching his spine. Then, he was back to the flames.

A man stood in the doorway, flames rising all through his body. he wore a black robe, the hood resting upon his sheltered top. The twinkle of dancing flames lit the deadly face hidden the shadow of his black apparell, and his bright red eyes pierced Takuso's state of mind. Then, in that instant, the entire world went black. He did not remember falling, he did not remember pain, or fear or even worry, the world faded and his mind fell from his body.

When he woke up, he was accompanied by a number of scared individuals, who hailed from many different regions of the world. Men, women and children, of all races, huddled together in the dryest corners of these cramped, cold cells. His initial thought was of the screams, the people that had, undoubtedly, engulfed and burned with their homes, he thought of the children playing earlier that day, he thought of the friendly faces and the curious adults who gave him food and shelter in exchange for his presence. Takuso wanted to cry, but nothing came out, his eyes were dry, his mind was blank of emotion, only logic was keeping his thoughts dwelling on those poor lost souls. or was it?

The man in black was very miscievious, and he wondered why it was that he was brought to some small bandit town in Stribog in the first place. Why hadn't he been set to burn with the rest of them. His mind did not dwell too much on the fact until a curious young female mercenary came to his bars one day and whispered plans of escape to him, and only him. Apparently, there was a reason he was there, and though, to him, he believed himself to be an unknown face to the world, he was beginning to think that somehow, he was more known in the underground world than he thought.

Takuso opened his eyes, and fell to his side, resting gently on his shoulders, giving his paining back a break from the cold ground beneath him. He gazed out of his prison, up at the stars, and wondered if there was any way that he could possibly tell which one of them led home. Not that it mattered, though home was all he could think about, he knew it was only an impossible dream. Then, closing his eyes, he saw the smoke again, but this time, a different scream came to his ears. It was that of a young woman, the sound so familiar and enticing to him, that he lay there for hours, searching in his mind for the door that lead to the sound of this music. Again the billowing smoke protruding through the pure sky above obsured took it all away. Just as that, his love, his family, it was all gone. He shed a tear, a single tear, and drifted off into unconsciousness, wondering what it would be that he would wake to next...

Hearing her voice, Alex figured out that she wasn't of any value to the mission, and left the tent. She didn't follow him. He went to the captain's tent, hoping he will find something...

Until he, accidentally, dropped a crystal vase. It was almost a failed mission. The captain, along with 3 soldiers, came to his tent. Alex, who was using a cloaking spell, knocked out the heck of those guards and the captain, and hid their bodies.

He looked in his archives, and found the name of every prisoner, date of birth, place of birth, race. Alex grinned. His mission was almost a success. Now he only needed to free the prisoner.

Mirari waited outside Takuso's cell.
"I think that the Purple Mage didn't hire a well informed man."
"Is that who wants me out?"
"I don't know, someone could be paying him to use his influence or something. I've gone over it a lot in my head."
"Well, it's too bad. We're lucky you're on guard right now."
"I'll say," replied Mirari, as Alex walked around the corner. The Sergent and Prisoner pretended not to see him.
Alex's eyes raised. He punched Mirari is the face, knocking her to the ground. He then walked into Takuso's cell, deactivating the cloak, and holding out his hand. Takuso looked at it.
"They didn't tell you that this entire building has an antimage spell on it, did they?" he queried, as Mirari stood up, locking the door.
"I wouldn't have to arrest you if you'd come out when I asked," she said, "Oh well. Just one more person to break loose." She turned, "now if you would kindly hand over the bag. Unless you actually hope to die on this mission."

Alex stared at Mirari with a boiling anger rising within him, Mirari, extending her hand towards Alex, gazed victoriously into Alex's glaring eyes.

Takuso felt a thick fog rolling into the scene as their eyes remained locked in position for some time. Searching for a fleeting disposition, Takuso took the object from Alex's hands, and handed it to Mirari. Alex, trapped, confused and angry, only continued to watch as the young elf walked calmly and arrogantly around the corner, fading away into the darkness of the night.

Speechless, and unable to speak in acceptance of her trickery, Alex only stood there staring at her empty silhouette for what seemed like hours. Takuso, after attempting to spark conversation, eventually gave up as Alex fell to the floor, legs crossed, and arms tangling around his knee caps, transfixed, and lost in thought. Takuso fell asleep once again, awaiting the day in which he would finally escape, and hoping that tomorrow the mercenary who now sat beside him in his cold cell would enlighten both he and Mirari upon the details of this mission that were yet to be told to either of them.

Mirari walked out the door of the prison. She was angry at the merc for being so bad at the stealth thing. But, now, there was nothing she could do. She traveled to the Captains tent. He was sitting there, a black eye, as she entered.
"I take it you got him?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what he was after?"
"The sword in the prison."
The Captains eyes widened, "You know?"
"I beg your pardon, but you aren't very good at hiding things sir."
The man shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "Right, well..."
"It's okay, I haven't told anyone."
"Good," the man paused, as Mirari stayed in her stance. "Er, dismissed."
"Thank you, Captain," she said, and then turned to exit.
"By the way, Sergent, there is a major coming in tomorrow. He will want to see you."
"Me sir?"
"You are the least experienced Sergent we've ever had, yet you have a lot of skill."
"Aye sir," replied Mirari, leaving the tent.
The Sergent continued to her tent. It had been 23 days now. She had run out of time. This would have to end in two days, or she would not be able to complete the mission, and the honor to her fathers bow would be lost.

Takuso shivered uncomfortably with the contact of the icy cold morning breeze. He knew that his imprisonment was not to last much longer, and he was exited to finally be out of this hell. Sitting up, he noticed, to his surprise, that Alex was STILL in the same spot he had been the night previously. Eyes wide, Takuso crawled over to him, and saw that his eyes were closed, he was asleep, but not unaware of his surroundings. Yawning, a slight bit of happiness towards the day suddenly came as Mirari round the corner.

The Sergent sat down on the bench outside the cell.
"He's still asleep?" Takuso nodded, "Too bad, the Captain wants me to question him, too. That means that they probably wont be too tolerant of me letting him sleep." She sighed, before standing up, and walking over to the cell.
"Wake up, Merc!"

Alex wake up.
"What do you want?" Alex angrily said.
"Tell us what you know." the Sergent said to Alex, attempting using soft methods.
"Kiss my ass!" Alex agressively replied, "And go kill yourself!"
"Seems like the soft methods won't work with this captive", the Sergent said. Then, she tied Alex's hands. And, showing a lot of strenght, threw Alex to the wall.
"Now will you tell me?", the Sergent said to Alex, as she showed a knife to Alex.
"As I said before, Kiss my ass and kill yourself", Alex replied. "Oh, and jump off a hill and break your head", he added.
"This guy is irritating", the Sergent thought. She gave Alex lots of kicks and punches.
"Do you think some kicks and punches will make me talk? Kiss my d*** then"
The Sergent stabbed Alex a few times. Seeing that Alex was still hard, she stabbed him again.
Alex spat in her face.

"I see," the Sergent said. "Why are you here?"
Alex tried to swing his leg around at her. It was caught by Takuso. Alex looked at him, what was wrong with him? He came here to save this ass.
Mirari smiled at the look that crossed Alex's face for a second. "You aren't very good at stealth, are you?" Alex glared at her. "When did he send you to fetch Tacky?"

"Mirari, please, this man came here to help me, he risked his life and past boundaries in which most people would never cross. I don't care why he's here, i don't care as much about the reasons as i do about another human being. Once we get out of here, we can question him all we want, right now we're on the same side, and if both of you came here to break me out, i'm obviously wanted elsewhere. All will come together then, we don't want to make enemies out of those who establish themselves as allies. So please, take heed that the man is our friend, not our enemy." Takuso pleaded, resting his hand gently on her shoulder, and staring into her turned head with all seriousness, and a tint of sympathy.

Mirari looked straight into the eyes of her prisoner. After a moment, she nodded, "Right," she said, "Ok, whoever you are, Takuso is going to show you the plan while I figure out a lie for the Captain. Tomorrow's the day, I'll be gone if we don't get it done before the sun rises the day after."

[Can't you just edit? I thought there were multiple prisoners]

"Daaaaaaaaaamnnnnnnnn ittttttttt" Alex shouted. "What's the freaking plan? I don't care. The mission is failed... (Or so I think)", he added.

"Right, so, here we go." Takuso gives one last glance around him, making sure that there are no listeners, obviously uneasy about the time of day in which this conversations was taking place in, Takuso proceeded with a cautious tone.
"Alright, it's pretty simple, there are some caves on the side of the camp. Mirari is going to take out the sentries on the way here, and then open the doors. It's our job to mess the place up after she's sent the other guard back to his place. Then we leave this note," he pulled a note out of his pocket, "Behind. It's basically a ransom note which they wont pay any attention to, because they don't want anyone thinking that they'll deal with criminals. Just in case she ever needs to come back," he added at the look on Alex's face, "So one of us gets to carry her in case anyone sees us." Again, at a look on his cell mates face, "Okay then, I'll carry her."
Takuso stopped, reaching the end of his line, he gazed at Mirari and she glared back, together, they closed their eyes and breathed in the dangers of which they would soon face. Alex, understanding the plan, seemed annoyed by the prospect of it. Takuso, being very analytical, caught a certain speck within his eye as he looked off in the distance, contemplating what he had just heard. This split second of telepathy covered Takuso with an uneasy emotion, and Takuso kept his eyes transfixed on Alex's motions.

"Ok then, said Mirari, [Insert: She was explaining a lie about Alex, but is now back, apparently, "We have to do this tonight, what do you say, Merc?"

"Mmm... 'Taking out' the sentries would be a not so good idea. Hide the corpses.", Alex said.

"We aren't killing anyone. We just knock them out. I'll do it from behind so they wont know it was me, and if anyone does see me, we can put them in a position where it looks like you killed them on the way out."
[I have inserted the plan into Ickles post]

"THINK! If they see the knocked out corpses, it would alert the entire building. So, hide the corpses in the boxes and barrels you see". Alex laid on the cell's bed.
"When the plan starts, wake me up", he said.

"Who would see it, no one is out except them, anyone who leaves their tent is thrown in here for the night. They'll assume one of you two is a good archer."

I think I need to learn more about here. Oh, and, why did the guy here -said Alex, pointing to Takuso- , is here? Tried to blow up this place?