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The crow's cage was everything he had dreamed. It was cramped, uncomfortable, and filled with dread. Two weeks ago Cass had been caught by one of the Falkonian patrols. He could only pass as a human for so long, but when it was learned he was indeed a half breed, he was arrested immediately. Two days ago he was sentenced to die for sedition. The trial took all of five minutes, and afterward he was led immediately to the gates of Stangengrad and placed into the case. Blood, shit, and piss still stained the inside of the cage from the last poor bastard. Cass was tired, but could hardly sleep as hunger pangs jolts his stomach. His back ached terribly, and the rain was always cold. He saw the first crow a day ago, now there are a dozen fluttering around the nearby trees. One even had even landed on the cage, but Cass drove it off. They wait, wait for dinner. Cass can only hope he dies before they start to feast.
"Funny how life twists so quickly", thought Cass in his cell. His forehead rested on the cold metal of the cage while he held one of the horizontal bars. "Nineteen years fighting monsters. To die in the hands of the supposedly civilized people. For something I'm not even guilty of." He sighs. "At least it will be quick. At least I'm not going to fight anymore. I can rest now."
But will it be quick? The crow's cage is hardly quick. You die of starvation, or by the hundreds of pecks from the beaks of the crows. It would have been far more humane to just have Cass' head off and be done with it. But that was not his fate, this was his fate, to suffer and languish. The wind rattles the crow's cage, swinging it slightly as Cass looks to the sky at the crows waiting.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
I thought he was there waiting for execution. Not that that WAS the execution. My bad! Ok, I'll work with this.
Suddenly the thought of finally resting was replaced with something more strong. The memory of his dead family. He imagined them looking down at him. Disappointment in their eyes. <They lived through hell to make sure I could live on and now I'm here quitting?! No, I can't die like this. This is absurd. Come on, Cass. Think!>
The half-elf decided to pay closer attention to the details. <There's got to be a way out of here.> He looked around, not caring about the filth in the cage. A loose bolt, a cranking bar, anything he could use to get out of there.
The cage is certainly rusty. But Cass has shook all the bars and they do not look to budge. The lock is a giant padlock with chains securing the door shut. The cage begins to swing as the wind blows, knocking the cage around and causing the terrible grating sound of metal-on-metal of the cage's circular loop that is threaded by the hook of the pole that keeps the cage hung in the air.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
He thinks, <Maybe if I...>, but he does not complete his thought. Cass begins to throw his body against the cage. Carefully timing his movements to increase the cage's swing.
Cass starts to try to swing the cage back and forth, back and forth. At first it seems hopeless, but eventually the wind picks back up, and after several minutes of trying, the cage comes off and smashes against the ground. Cass himself is banged around, hitting his head and cutting open a gash on his forehead. He is dizzy, but knows he cannot have a lot of time to recover. A patrol might happen by at any moment. Still, the cage is locked shut, but at least the crows look less than excited about swooping down to the ground in order to eat him alive.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
Please don't interject OOC only posts into IC threads
The crow's cage is basically the shape of an egg. Cass could roll it, maybe, on his knees and pushing with his feet through the bars. It would not be easy, but it might be doable.
"Kings have no friends, only subjects and enemies."
It did not matter if this would hurt him. Rolling that cage was his only way out. First Cass looked around to see where he'd go. A hill or a set of stairs would damage the cage even more, maybe even break it. He also looked for anything that could help him bend one of the bars or even break the lock. He could not escape the guards if he was still stuck in there so getting out of there was his top priority.
