My last minute entry (prequel: http://www.flickr.com/photos/96271753@N02/9778938773/
After the events at the coronation, Steinthor was escorted a cell in the upper dungeon. Full of the extravagant foods from the banquet and tipsy from the fine ale, he curled against the cold stone wall and fell into a deep slumber. After some time, Steinthor awoke. He was unaware of how long he had actually slept. He considered trying to doze on some more but decided against it. "Surroundings..." thought Steinthor, for it was the primary focus in his training as a ranger. "What do I have to work with?" he questioned mentally. His hazy eyes scanned the dark room. He noticed a small white mushroom woven into the floor of his cell. He leaned over in front of the small fungi. He studied it closely, taking note of every little detail and texture. His heart dropped.... "What is it!" he thought exasperated. He stomped over to his bench and stared of into space. He sat.... Minute after minute waiting for the answer. Just before he gave up and went back to sleep, it struck him. "Angel's Sting mushroom!" he whispered, suppressing a jubilant shout. Finally remembering his training of the fungi, he plucked it up, and spat copiously upon it. Nearly skipping to the cell door he walked. Carefully, he slid the mushroom into the lock. With several harsh kicks, the lock broke free.
Cautiously Steinthor exited his cell. He walked to the staircase at the end of the hall, crouched, and listened carefully. Above the steps he heard two men chattering, both seemed slightly drunk and spoke with strange, thick accents.
A door above opened and closed. Steinthor sensed a third man enter the above room. As he spoke, it was obvious he had authority over the other two. "Dispose of ye' signs of feasting, fo' I saw the Captain on his way, with orders to load the provisions. 'E won't be happy to see ye' all a' drunken and as stuffed as Autumn birds." the man spoke and then left.
Steinthor sensed something, so he stepped to the side of the staircase. Soon thereafter the door to the steps swung open and a large keg bumped down the steps. As it hit the bottom, it split upon the rough, uneven floor. Steinthor waited. The Captain then entered. "Start loading the provisions on the ships, scum! We've got all of Roawia to conquer!" his booming voice demanded.
After several doors had creaked open and then slammed shut, Steinthor raced up the stairs with the split keg. He sent a full keg from the cellar above spinning into the dungeon. He then climbed inside the broken keg and sealed himself in, replacing the full keg. Soon after Steinthor had settled himself down, the two men returned to take the crates and barrels, coincidentally starting with Steinthor's keg. After some several flights of stairs and a building, he assumed to be the great hall, streams of blinding daylight entered through the cracks in the keg. They passed by two men conversing about some sort of raid, one of which Steinthor recognized to be "the Captain." Steinthor was now out of dungeon and yet he didn't have a clue where he was going to. "Oh, well," he thought. "I guess I always have been wishing for an adventure.
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