OOC 22nd of Sun’s Dawn The Palace of Kings Ulfric & Delphine Gloom lay over the ancient city of Windhelm just as heavily as the winter storm clouds that brought fresh layers of snow and ice. Where once the city had thronged with residents and visitors going about their business at all hours now the streets were empty spare the groups of ill-tempered soldiers patrolling the streets for curfew breakers. Delphine looked down on the city and watched as ball of light made its way through the streets, following its progress until it disappeared round a corner. Turning her back to the window she stared at the room’s other occupant whom she noticed seemed able to live a far more opulent life than his citizens. “Here’s the rub Ulfric” she started “I have no desire to hand you some great elvish weapon and now that I have this information what’s to stop me from sending my own men after it instead of assisting your selection of criminal thugs to find it.” The Jarl let out a short laugh before answering “While it’s true I want you to break these people out of my dungeons, brainless thugs they are not. They are people who with suitable direction could do real good for this land. Anyway as I understand it from my spies you are barely able to spare the man power to hunt a deer.” Ulfric took a moment to watch Delphine squirm before continuing. “Would you credit me with not being a fool Delphine, if my men were able to uncover the existence of a closely guarded Thalmor secret is it beyond reason I could know how thinly stretched your blades are. Frankly I’m a little surprised that you felt able to spare the time to see me. As to your concern over the fate of the weapon, I would never ask something as crass as you handing it over to me. Destroy the thing, all I’d ask is proof of its existence, when the people learn of the concordat’s true treachery the Imperial’s support will fade and they will have to sue for peace.” Delphine took a long deep drink from the tankard in her hands to stall for time as she thought. The man was not the idiot she had supposed and in fact had played her like a damned fool. He’d offered just the right bait and terms to draw her in before she realised what was happening. She knew she didn’t have the resources at her command to do anything with this information and at the same time she couldn’t just ignore it. Reluctantly she came to the conclusion she would have accept the insufferable oaf’s proposition, she just hoped there would be some way to spin the situation to her advantage. “Very well Ulfric, you have a deal” she spat “I’ll help your prisoners find and destroy this thing and you’ll get your proof. As for the breakout I have a few ideas on how to do such a thing, I should be ready in about 2 weeks. Now if that is everything then you’ll excuse me, I suddenly feel a powerful urge to go and wash.” “Yes yes, very good. I’m glad we could reach an understanding.” Ulfric said waving his hand dismissively. Some while after Delphine had left the room a thought occurred to the Jarl. Two weeks’ time was more or less the First Planting festival wasn’t it? “Hmmm how funny” he said to the room in general “maybe the nine are looking kindly on this.” 7th of First Seed The Palace of Kings dungeons Cynric Endall Cynric Endall paced around the inside of his ignoring the screaming inside his head, he’d sworn he wouldn’t do anything like this again after the last time, but someone had approached the Guild and they had turned to him. His only small comfort was that hopefully if it all went wrong they come and get him, right, RIGHT? Trying to calm himself he ran his fingers through his knotted hair, lingering over the particularly dense bit where he had tied six lock picks to his scalp. In theory this should be more than enough but with all the pressure that was on him he had felt like having all the spares he could. “What time is it? He asked as the jailer walked past The jailer sighed, this prisoner had only been here a two days but was persistent in asking and it was just easier to tell him. “It’s about five hours to dawn prisoner, now I’d suggest you do like you compatriots here and sleep, you all face the jarl in the morning.” Cynric thanked the guard and watched him disappear deeper into the dungeon. When he was confident the no one was watching he slowly began to unwind a lock pick from his hair. Crouching down by his cell door he reached through the bars and felt blindly for the key hole. Gently he eased the rake and tension wrench into the lock before feeling for the pins, when he thought he had them all he started to rotate the wrench only to be met with a mettalic crack. “Shit” he whispered reaching for a second pick, this time he went even slower teasing the pins into place. Once he was sure they were all seated he twisted the lock. For a heart wrenching second the lock held for a moment and then he was rewarded with the sound of the bolt sliding across before the door swung open. Relief surged through his body followed by waves of confidence. He was good at this, he had plenty of spare picks, this would be easy, and he’d be back in the flagon soon enough, drinking and laughing with the rest of the guild. Stepping across the hallway from his cell he began working the locks on to the rest of the doors on the corridor and before long every cell door had swung open. As heads started to appear round doorways he held a finger to his lip “The guard will come back through here in a few minutes. Anything you had with you when you were arrested should be somewhere in that room" Cynric said pointing to a doorway at the end of the corridor. "You should have just enough time to grab your things and go without the guards catching you. There's a boat waiting for you at the docks, it flying a red flag. I'd suggest you hurry or you won’t have many options about how this goes.” With his words of instruction given the theif turned on his heels and ran, he'd only been paid to get these prisoners out of the cells, the rest of the escape was up to them.