Incredibly, things managed to get even worse. Not only was Tomas in prison, but word came in that the Zephyr had been caught in a storm and needed repairs (-$130). The Sea Ghost had better luck, and did manage to a make a nice profit ($500). Unfortunately, that was just the beginning. Iranthis was grabbed off the ship, so now we need to rescue him in addition to Tomas. At least they should be in the same place.
We caught a bit of a break with O’Shanks, the First Mate of the Valiant. He offered to join us on the prison break with a dozen men. Also, he had been a guard at the prison in the past. He gave us some valuable information about the place, which will hopefully allow us to break-in and get out. There are two cannons and about 40 guards, though only 10-15 are actually on duty at any given time. They would be armed with sword and a pistol.
Mac decided he would check on getting a job as a prison guard. Having a man on the inside sounded like a good idea. However, he just managed to confuse the guards and that looked like a dead end.
Mac had gone to relieve himself when there was a group of men waiting for him. It was obvious that he was in for a beating, but with this being Paltos it is hard to know if he would be thrown in prison as well. He decided to not take any chances and took off at a run.
I heard him scream and got the crew to go check it out. Roqi got there first and took one of the goons down with a dagger to the eye. Nigel shot at one, causing the man to duck back, temporarily out of the chase.
The rest of the chase was mainly the Roqi show. He found a cabbage cart and overturned it, distracting the other two from chasing Mac. Then he cut down one of them with his blade and planted a thrown knife into a third. Nigel and I had tried to keep up, but we were pretty ineffective.
At this time the last goon surrendered and we realized that they were city guard. It would have been bad enough if they were prison guards, but being city guards was worrisome. We gathered everything up and headed back to the ship. I wasn’t thrilled with the idea, but I decided to give the last guard to Aneila. As long as she found out why Mac was attacked first that is.
She tied the poor bastard up and gagged him. After making a point of showing him all of her knives, by sharpening them, she asked about Mac. Turns out that pretty much anyone Tree Top hears anyone asking questions about the prison gets a beating. Mac had simply ask either too many or the wrong questions when checking on the guard job.
After getting all the info she could, she opened up the medicine chest from the El Diablo. At that point I left. I didn’t need to see what she was going to do to the guy. There were some crazy sounds from her room and Roqi couldn’t resist the temptation to see what was going on. He opened the door to check and just stood there in shock for a few seconds. Then he turned and hightailed it away, leaping off the ship and disappearing into the night. Nigel went to her room to check on it and fell to the deck clutching his chest. I don’t think he had a heart attack, but I’m no doctor. And I sure as hell am not asking the doc to take a look at him.
Roqi showed back up the next morning, still pretty shaken. He was rambling something about a brain in a jar and the guard moving around. But he knew that wasn’t right, because the top of the guy’s head had been cut off. What completely set him off though was when the thing’s belly burst open and the intestines started trying to attack Aneila.
Anyway, after Nigel and Roqi were both scared near to death by Aneila, I decided I getting off the ship would be a decent idea. Mac and I got out the rowboat and headed over to check out the cliffs by the prison. They looked like they would be scalable. We decided that Roqi could climb up and Mac would try to rig up something to help everyone else climb. I’d talk to O’Shanks to see if their rope monkey was going to help us out as well.
Nigel seemed to be feeling better by the next morning. Mac and I briefed him on the cliff idea, but he suggested looking for a hidden cave. He was thinking about something similar to the cave the smugglers were using at Lanos. That seemed like a good idea, so we headed back out during the day. Mac grabbed some fishin’ poles so that it looked like we were out there doing something other than scoping out the cliffs.
I didn’t see anything that might be useful, but Nigel said he thought he saw something at the waterline that looked off. We didn’t want to get too close during the day, but we made a note of the location to check it out more closely.
After heading back to the ship, I went to check with my clerk friend. He told me the prisoners were scheduled to leave for the mines in two days. That meant we had to act soon, as the Roadhouse would be no match for the prison escort if they were at sea. And I didn’t want to even think about trying to break Iranthis and Tomas out of the mines. Assuming they even made it there.
During the conversation, he also mentioned that the guards were investigating the deaths from the other night. They were thinking the Roadhouse was involved, but hadn’t completely pieced it together yet. Luckily, the clerk didn’t realize that I was the Captain of the Roadhouse and I thanked him and slipped away quickly.
Between the upcoming transfer and the death of the guards, I decided that we would have to act tonight. I got the word to O’Shanks and set about making final preparations. We would leave port tonight and head to the cliffs on rowboats. We would scale the cliffs and the walls and then try to free the prisoners. The main goal was Iranthis and Tomas, but if we freed them all that would help as a distraction. O’Shanks would have a couple of his men stay in town to light a building on fire. The hope there was that would prevent the city guard from sending reinforcements to the prison.
Things went pretty well, as we managed to get all the rowboats into position. The area that Nigel had seen earlier turned out to be connected to the sewer from the prison. We decided to check that out, hoping that might allow us to come up in the prison itself, instead of having to scale the walls.