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Kain shook his head at the sound of a bellowing roar that erupted from the lower wings.
"Well isn't that just pleasant," he said with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. "They've got Guytrain on the loose."
If there was a man to be outright, truly fearful of, it was Guytrain. The two of them had never gotten along, to be expected as they were both warriors with pride. Guytrain recognized Kain as something different from many of the other guards, and Kain recognized Guytrain as someone not to be fooled with, at threat to one's life. When the dust settled, and the riot had been put down and Guytrain took an account of the men, he'd see Kain was gone. And when that happened, Kain had to be as far away from the citadel as possible. Guytrain hadn't been appointed to captain of the guard here for his good looks, which he certainly had none of.
He chuckled to himself even as he heard the pounding of footsteps coming from a doorway towards the rear of the prison wing, two of the less impressive guards rushing downwards and into the blood stained hall that Revan had once been imprisoned in. The lead man collided face first into Kain, who absorbed the blow like a stone wall, sending the man stumbling backward. The guard's face shot upwards for a moment, shocked, until he realized who he was looking at.
"Kain!" he cried, breathing heavily, a sign of his lack of any training regiment. "A man... a prisoner escaped!"
Kain's fingers went to his forehead, squeezing at the bridge of his nose. "Look around you, idiot," he said, waving a hand around the room, its many cells open and bodies dead on the floor. "All the prisoner's have escaped. They've already moved into the lower halls, where you two should be, helping secure the exits."
"But the man above...!"
"What are you two going to do about it?"
They looked at each other, then to him. "Perhaps you could take care of him?"
"For the empire," he said, feigning pride even as his face twisted in disgust beneath the mask. "Head below or by the gods, at least find a place to hide so you don't end up skewered. Got that?"
They nodded, rushing past him and towards the end of the prison wing. Kain moved on, shaking his head, his Great Axe secured between his hands. "Always be prepared," he mumbled to himself, truly not knowing what state this prisoner would be in. It was silly to think it would be anyone else but Revan, probably one of the few who'd had the intelligence not to head into the death pits below. Guytrain would see to it that there'd be a good number of dead, though Kain was leaning towards believing a few would escape, most likely Goobbue among them.
His feet were carrying him quickly up the stairs now, and though the soft pad of his cloth boots reduced most of the sound, Revan was no spring chicken. The man had strong senses. Kain's left hand let go of the grip of his axe a moment, reaching under the cloth of his right glove, where a single brilliant stone shimmered. He would have loved if it were Aetherite, but no such luck. Still, he felt reassured that it was there, for reasons all his own. His steps were bringing him towards the top now, approaching the roof of the watch tower.
"May the Mother Sun stand between you and harm, in all the dark places you may go," he whispered, a prayer from a time of which he no longer had memory. Then, he emerged upwards into the uttermost room of the watch tower.
"Well isn't that just pleasant," he said with a heavy sigh, shaking his head. "They've got Guytrain on the loose."
If there was a man to be outright, truly fearful of, it was Guytrain. The two of them had never gotten along, to be expected as they were both warriors with pride. Guytrain recognized Kain as something different from many of the other guards, and Kain recognized Guytrain as someone not to be fooled with, at threat to one's life. When the dust settled, and the riot had been put down and Guytrain took an account of the men, he'd see Kain was gone. And when that happened, Kain had to be as far away from the citadel as possible. Guytrain hadn't been appointed to captain of the guard here for his good looks, which he certainly had none of.
He chuckled to himself even as he heard the pounding of footsteps coming from a doorway towards the rear of the prison wing, two of the less impressive guards rushing downwards and into the blood stained hall that Revan had once been imprisoned in. The lead man collided face first into Kain, who absorbed the blow like a stone wall, sending the man stumbling backward. The guard's face shot upwards for a moment, shocked, until he realized who he was looking at.
"Kain!" he cried, breathing heavily, a sign of his lack of any training regiment. "A man... a prisoner escaped!"
Kain's fingers went to his forehead, squeezing at the bridge of his nose. "Look around you, idiot," he said, waving a hand around the room, its many cells open and bodies dead on the floor. "All the prisoner's have escaped. They've already moved into the lower halls, where you two should be, helping secure the exits."
"But the man above...!"
"What are you two going to do about it?"
They looked at each other, then to him. "Perhaps you could take care of him?"
"For the empire," he said, feigning pride even as his face twisted in disgust beneath the mask. "Head below or by the gods, at least find a place to hide so you don't end up skewered. Got that?"
They nodded, rushing past him and towards the end of the prison wing. Kain moved on, shaking his head, his Great Axe secured between his hands. "Always be prepared," he mumbled to himself, truly not knowing what state this prisoner would be in. It was silly to think it would be anyone else but Revan, probably one of the few who'd had the intelligence not to head into the death pits below. Guytrain would see to it that there'd be a good number of dead, though Kain was leaning towards believing a few would escape, most likely Goobbue among them.
His feet were carrying him quickly up the stairs now, and though the soft pad of his cloth boots reduced most of the sound, Revan was no spring chicken. The man had strong senses. Kain's left hand let go of the grip of his axe a moment, reaching under the cloth of his right glove, where a single brilliant stone shimmered. He would have loved if it were Aetherite, but no such luck. Still, he felt reassured that it was there, for reasons all his own. His steps were bringing him towards the top now, approaching the roof of the watch tower.
"May the Mother Sun stand between you and harm, in all the dark places you may go," he whispered, a prayer from a time of which he no longer had memory. Then, he emerged upwards into the uttermost room of the watch tower.
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