Morgan and Blake ran past two guards, punching them in the stomach as they did so, sending them to the ground. The two continued running, until they got to the second floor, where Blake stopped.
“Hold on, Morgan. Rachel should be on this floor. She’s a friend of mine, and I promised her I’d take her with us when we escaped.”
“Ooh, I had no idea you were a ladies man, Blake.” He elbowed his brother playfully.
“Oh, stop. She’s not into people like us.”
“What’s that mean?”
“Well, she’s a L—“
“Would you two stop arguing and open this goddamned cell?” Spoke a Woman’s voice.
“Ah, Rachel, There you are.”
“Get me outta here, Blake.”
Blake opened the cell, and Morgan had a good look at her. She had red wavy hair, several scars on her arms and legs, her bust wasn’t exactly big, but it was good enough for Morgan The Pervert to approve. She noticed him looking at her chest and crossed her arms.
“Eyes up here, Soldier.”
“R-Right, sorry.” He rubbed the back of his head, finishing his examination. Her eyes were a dark green, and she had a scar running straight across her forehead, as if it were cut open. She wore a scowl, but looking closer, Morgan knew she was someone you’d enjoy being around.
“You done, Morgan?” Blake asked, snapping his fingers.
“What?” Morgan asked, shaking his head.
“Are you done inspecting Rachel or do you need to draw a picture?”
“Oh, Ha Ha, Let’s go.” Morgan turned to walk upstairs.
“He does know…” Rachel raised an eyebrow.
“Give him a minute.”
Just as Blake said that, Morgan walked down the stairs, again. “I have no idea where I’m
Blake chuckled, “Which is why I’m here.”
“Lead the way.” Morgan said.
Then The Trio ran upstairs, surprised at how there were no guards.
“Maybe they want us to escape?” Morgan inquired.
“Wishful thinkin’, Morgan.” Rachel muttered.
Just as she said so, They encountered four guards guarding the Armory. They noticed the trio, and Morgan raised the stick.
"Stand down, or I'll...I'll..." He looked around. Spotting a torch, he used it to light the stick on fire. He Pointed it to one of the two beams holding up the cavern. "I'll cave this damned cavern on all of us!"
The lead guard scowled. "You're bluffing."
Morgan put the flame out. "Yeah, maybe. But those two aren't."
"Look behind you." Morgan smiled.
The Guards turned around, only for Glenn and Another man to slam a stick in two of the guards faces. The Leader turned to Morgan.
"Keys." Morgan said, holding his hand out.
"I'd rather die."
Morgan walked up to The Guard, and slammed the stick directly into his stomach. As The Guard fell to his knees, he swung to the side, the stick slamming into the mans face so hard it echoed off the walls. The Guard yelped in pain.
"Keys." Morgan said.
"I'm sorry, I can't hear you," Morgan Slammed The Stick into The Guards Jaw. "over that broken jaw of yours."
The Guard fell forward.
"Keys." Morgan said. "I'm not going to ask again."
"The Keys are in The Shack?"
"Yes...Please don't kill me."
"I won't. However, you need to sleep." Morgan raised the stick in the air, and slammed it down on the guards head, breaking the stick and knocking him out.
"Blake, get the keys."
"Alright." Blake nodded, walking into the shack.
"So, exactly what are we gonna find in the armory?" Rachel asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Hopefully, we find some clothes, or armor. Either work. I'd like both, but beggars can't be choosers."
"So, after we find whatever it is we're gonna find, then what? Fight the entire cult of Ragarra?"
Morgan snorted. "That'd be suicide. No, we're gonna escape."
"Glenn, and..." He turned to Glenn and his friend. "Who's that friend of yours?"
"Hm? Oh, him? This is Rekail. He's an old friend. He and I go way back."
"I see." Morgan frowned. "Glenn, why don't you show us your face? I haven't seen it since you introduced me."
Glenn chuckled. "Alright." He removed the hood of his cloak, showing the face of a man with Dark Green Hair, Blue eyes and a scar running from his left eye to his right cheek.
"You looked alot more...different, then what I thought you'd look like."
Blake walked out, carrying The Keys. "Success!" He grinned, handing them to Morgan.
"Alright, let's go." Morgan said, walking up to the door. He unlocked it, and pushed it open, revealing a room full of armor, clothes, and weapons all hanging on the walls in neat order. Morgan picked up a green shirt, some black jeans, a pair of gloves, a set of socks and boxer shorts, a pair of black leather boots, and a sword complete with sheathe and belt.
"I'm gonna go change. You guys do the same." He walked into The Shack, and began to change.
Blake picked out a white shirt, some black jeans, removed his pirate coat from the rack.
"What?" Rachel said, looking through some shirts.
"My coat looks like it was freshly washed, like they planned to let me go sometime..."
"Maybe so, Maybe not. Does it really matter?"
"No, not really."
"Alright, well, could you leave? I need to change and you're kinda..."
Blake's face grew hot. "Of course. I'm sorry." he walked out of the armory, and waited for Morgan to finish up.
Morgan walked out of The Shack, his hair brushed neatly, his green shirt tucked into his black pants, and his sword clinked at his belt. "Notice how we never wear armor anymore."
"We're not soldiers anymore, Morgan. We'd get in trouble for wearing it."
"Still, I miss the sound of Platemail clicking against the chainmail underneath."
"As do I." Blake said, walking past him and into The Shack.
Rachel walked out of the armory, wearing a dark blue T-shirt, blue jeans, brown leather boots and a dagger strapped to each side of her belt. Her hair was neatly brushed.
Blake walked out of the shack, tightening the straps on his coat. "How do I look?" He Wore his usual White Shirt tucked into Black Jeans underneath a Pirates coat. His Brown Leather boots were tied and his purple hair was brushed neatly down his shoulders.
"Like a Girl." Morgan said.
Rachel smacked Morgan upside the head.
"You make a handsome girl, Blake."
"Thanks, I think?"
"You're welcome. Now let's go."
They closed the armory, and moved the sleeping guard into a sitting position and walked off, up another flight of stairs.
"Where did Glenn and Rekail go?" Blake asked.
"Oh, They went on ahead, I think. They weren't there when I walked out of the armory."
"Alright, well, The entrance is gonna be to heavily guarded. By the look of this, I'd say this is a natural cave. It might lead out into the ocean or something..." Blake said, scanning around.
"I hear rushing water." Morgan said, stopping.
"This way." He said, walking off.
They followed Morgan, and he led them through a few more rooms. As they found the source of running water, Glenn and Rekail stood at the top of a waterfall. Glenn turned around to them. "Oh, hey guys. We're figuring out how we're gonna get outta here. Jumping is too risky."
"We could use those barrels." Morgan said, pointing to the barrels. "There's only 3, so someone is going by themselves. I'll go by myself, Rachel you go with Blake, and Glenn with Rekail. Let's try to meet up in one of the major cities."
"Alright, let's go. See you guys later."
"Aye." Morgan nodded, climbing into a barrel. After closing the lid, the barrel rolled off into the water, and down the waterfall.