N: A pair of Prussian knights were patrolling, chatting to each other as the full moon lit the night sky, illuminating their path as they were near to completing their final check before they called it a night. Everything seemed perfect to them, nothing had come up, except that random squirrel that popped out of nowhere in their last round and scared the lights out of them. They dreamed about the warm homes they were soon going to return to.
As they approached the dungeons, one of them heard a rustle behind them in the woods, and both held up their weapons. "Wer immer da drin ist, zeigen Sie sich, sofort (whoever's in there, show yourself right now)!" They ordered, but nothing came. Slowly, they approached the tree line, and suddenly two daggers flew out of the bushes, impaling both of them.
Out of the shadows came an entity, donning his dark cloak and an eyepatch covering his right eye, he marched up to the dying knights on the ground. "Gentlemen," Saxon spoke softly, almost with pity, "you should not be talking so loudly at night. People are sleeping," with that he finished them off before taking the keys. Quickly and quietly, he sneaked into the Prussian stronghold, slowly turning the keys to the dungeon before entering.
"Why do you have to get captured, Wald," the entity grumbled to himself as he checked the cells, searching for the red aura of an insurgent, "I order you to mess with Prussia, and what do you do? You do just that and get caught- huh?" The entity peered through the bars of one of the cells and recognized the prisoner instantly. "Rowen?"
M: The prisoner was sleeping on the thin cot in his cell, wearing nothing but rags, and a thick shackle was clamped around his neck and chaining him to the wall. He opened his eyes and looked at the barred door.
"Saxon?" Rowen said in surprise, but then his face turned fearful, "What are you doing here, you need to leave, if Prussia finds you here he'll make you wish you were dead, you got to go, now."
From deeper in the dungeon, a muffled growl could be heard, along with chains rattling and pained whimpers.
N: "It doesn't matter why I'm here, why are you here?" Saxon whispered, checking the keys if one would fit the lock, "and I don't care what Prussia does. Why the hell are you here?" His eyes widened in realization, "is anyone else here?"
He soon got his answer when he heard the growl, so he quickly ran down the dungeon and his jaw dropped when he saw a large dragon. "No," he muttered to himself as he examined the injured Edel, "what did they do to you?"
M: Edel didn't look much better than Rowen, there wasn't a spot on him that wasn't covered in shackles or scars, all of his limbs were chained to a wall or the harness he was wearing. A thick leather muzzle held his mouth shut and similar leather restraints covered his wings.
Edel raised his head at Saxon's voice and started purring when he recognized the entity. Since the cell was quite small for the dragon, he was able to poke the tip of his muzzle through the bars and softly nudge him.
While Saxon was occupied with Edel, someone heard the commotion from within his cell. Pale gray eyes opened as the broken countryhuman gazed at the familiar cell door in front of him. He shifted his tired arms and cramped, clipped wings in their shackles as he listened to the voice. He wanted to say something, to call out for help, but Prussia made sure that he couldn't use his voice, or mouth for that matter, thanks to the stitches holding it shut, so he just waited and prayed to be discovered.
N: "I'm going to free the both of you," Saxon said quietly to Edel, gently stroking him until he heard a small voice behind him. He spun around and saw the red aura envelop the insurgent he was searching for.
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Death and Rebirth: Roleplay with TheNovaSwag #2
FanfictionAnother roleplay with Nova, except this one is most likely going to be longer than all of my books combined, enjoy :) Featuring, the Mandorians, the British, and the Eternals, this is an alternative universe scenario where Mandoria survived his duel...