Following his capture at the Battle of the West Emnet Plains, Sir John Lannister has been thrown into a prison cell to rot, until the Dark Lord can think of a good use for him.
The doors open as a Bull Knight carrying a bucket and a wad of bread comes into the room.
Bull Knight: "Suppertime?"
Bull Knight without helmet: "Yep."
Bull Knight: "Alright, you know the drill. Move away from the door."
Sir John: "Yeah, yeah."
The Bull walks into the prison.
And sets down the food as Sir John rushes at him.
Sir John shoves the Bull against the wall, knocking him out.
Bull Knight: "Hey!"
Sir John grapples the second Bull's axe, preventing him from using it.
After a short struggle, Sir John slams the Knight against the wall, knocking him unconscious.
He then grabs the key.
And puts his armor back on.
He then drags the second Bull into the cell and locks the door.
And proceeds to exit the room.
After surveying the room, Sir John makes a mad dash towards his halberd.
He grabs it...
'chop'
He then goes over to the prisoner.
Sir John: "Who are you, and why are you here?"
Sir Markoth: "I'm Sir Markoth, and to sum it up I'm on a quest to get revenge on those who wronged me, and I ended up captured here after the Undead found me in their territory."
Sir John: "Good enough. Look, we both want out of this miserable place, so let's help each other out and escape."
Sir Markoth: "I agree!"
Sir John unlocks the jail door.
But, while he's doing that, three skeletons shamble their way down stairs!
The two heroes and the Undead immediately start fighting.
Sir John pins one against the wall with his halberd, while Sir Markoth wrestles with another one.
Sir Markoth eventually gains the upper hand, impaling the skeleton with it's own spear.
Then, Sir Markoth retrieves his sword.
And they both run upstairs.
Sir John: "More skeletons?"
Sir John: "Come at me you scum!"
Resting Guard: "What the?!?"
The guard grabs his sword and shield while Sir Markoth rushes at him.
The guard parries Sir Markoth's attack with his shield.
He swings, but Sir Markoth deflects the blow.
'slice'
Guard: "Aaugh! Aah!"
Sir John guts the armored skeleton while Sir Markoth puts the guard out of his misery.
Sir John: "Quickly! This way!"
Some time later:
The duo finally exit the dungeons through a small passage, coming out at the base of some small mountains.
Sir John: "Well, I guess this is where our paths end."
Sir Markoth: "Farewell!"
Sir John: "Aye! And good luck to you!"
Breakout
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