ROANA
Roana patiently waited for the appropriate time, wishing to draw as little attention to herself as possible. The former captain sat at the back of her cell, back against the cold stone wall and arms draped over bent knees as she stared at the ceiling. Guards came and went, food sat untouched at the front of her cell, and slowly the shadows grew long. Still she waited, until only the torches along the wall illuminated her cell, and the sounds of footsteps fell silent, the crashing sound of the heavy door and thud of the lock announcing that the jail was being secured for the night. A guard would likely remain just beyond it, but the coast was finally clear for her to act.
The former captain stood, hoping that her plan would work. ”If there is any god or spirit that would assist me in getting out of here and to safety, I call upon you!” she said loudly, hoping to channel some divine being to get her out of here.
Roana is attempting to channel a god or spirit to break out of the jail and get away!
The former captain stood, hoping that her plan would work. ”If there is any god or spirit that would assist me in getting out of here and to safety, I call upon you!” she said loudly, hoping to channel some divine being to get her out of here.
Roana is attempting to channel a god or spirit to break out of the jail and get away!
I am lost to those I thought were friends
they pretend that they don't see
It's one miss step, one slip, before you know it
and there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed
