"It might be this one." Bathry said.
"Yeah, you said that about the last three rooms, and one of them had Balogog!"
"Shut up, I'm pretty sure its this one."
We peered over the small ledge that separated the roof from the ceiling, and we saw what looked like a small museum. There were a lot of random artifacts scattered here and there in glass cases, and in the very center of the room, there was the spear, its tip crackling with electricity. And in the room, there were two guards that were standing around the glass case. Thankfully, there was a walkway all around the top of the room, so I grabbed one end of rope, Bathry grabbed the other, and we made our way around, stretching the rope over the middle of the room, and we tied it off at anchor points as Ormgaul got ready.
"You good?" I whispered.
He shook his head. "Not really, but that's when I'm my best."
With that, he started shimmying himself across the rope, almost elegantly, as if he'd done this a billion times. He shimmied and moved, then attached another rope and started slowly climbing his way down to the top of the glass case. It was shut with a latch, but silently, Ormgaul opened the latch, slid the glass case open, and grabbed the spear. Which was when I made my mistake.
I fistpumped teh air, letting go of the rope with one hand, and Ormgaul was far too heavy. The rope slipped, he fell, I cursed, and Ormgaul slammed onto the glass case, shattering it and landing in a heap on top of the rubble. He groaned, curling up from the agony, and I cursed again, before I grabbed the rope, yanked it out of Bathry's hands, and pulled as hard as I could. Ormgaul flew up the rope as we pulled, and thankfully, he still had enough sense to grab the spear and clonk one of the guards on the head with it. The shock went up and down the guard's body, but the other one sounded the alarm, and we snapped into motion. Immediately, I smashed a hole in the wooden roof, then tore pieces and bits away as my friends nearly ran-crawled their ways over to me. The moment they got close enough, they started climbing onto the roof, and when Ormgaul was finally through, I pulled myself onto the roof as bells began tolling throughout the palace.
"Alarms." Bathry said.
"What do we do?"
"How about running?" He said. "That's a good start, huh?"
An arrow sailed past my shoulder from a guard on the ground, and out of nowhere running sounded like a pretty good idea. We took off in a sprint as more and more guards figured out that we were on the palace roof, and to the west, where the prison was, there was the airship, coming down from the sky.
"We're almost free!" Bathry said. "GET TO THE AIRSHIP!"
We ran along the palace roof as more alarms blared and rang, and we got to a large break in the roof, where there was a garden, and in the middle there were a lot of pillars. Either we could jump down, risking injury and run, or jump to the pillars and parkour our way over to the other roof and continue. I stood for only a second, then jumped to one of the pillars, sailing perfectly though the air before landing on the pillar and hoisting myself to the top. Finana barely made it, but I caught her, and BahnBarr slid halfway down the pillar as Ormgaul, Haneen and Bathry made it as well. We all started jumping to the other side, with me catching most of my friends, and one of the orc guards at the ground level aimed a bow at BahnBarr.
"THERE!!!" The orc yelled. "INTERLOPERS!"
He fired the bow, but it just barely sailed past BahnBarr's ear as another orc came in with a spear, getting ready to throw as she reached the top of the pillar. He chucked the spear, and it graxzed her side, earning a yelp from her as I drew my bow.

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Dungeons & Disappointment
FantasyOn a cold night in Connecticut, all Trevon Hawkins wishes for is a second chance. A chance to make a better life for himself through a fresh, clean slate. But, when he finally gets the chance he's been wishing for, it isn't what he was expecting. F...