<div class="floatleft">(https://i.warosu.org/data/tg/img/0369/30/1419324661606.jpg)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Leyana Swiftwater (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=290064.msg14250851#msg14250851)<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Slave Pen<br/><strong>Content</strong>: slavery<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: GM, others (mentioned)<br/><hr/><br/>It was odd that she was being given the same task over and over again. Perhaps it was meant to degrade her...the drow likely got quite thrilled watching a surface elf cleaning their shit. But she would just go about doing her work. The rope bridge was crossed with minimal difficulty, and it was a small victory, seeing the flowers she received. Small victories could add up over time, but Leyana knew she had to be careful. Continued success could mean an early death down here.<br/><br/>All the same, when given the order, Leyana just went about her duties. Grabbing the now familiar bucket, she made a face as the sharp smell of lingering urine and feces invaded her nostrils.<em>Bide your time</em>she kept repeating to herself.<em>Keep your head down, wait for your opportunity. It will come. It has to.</em>still, on day five now it was starting to feel like the window was beginning to close on her. She had heard the jobs of the others, and decided that this at least gave her a chance to ensure she would be able to try to escape. If the others survived their detail, perhaps she would recruit their help.<br/><br/>The buckets sloshed as the latrines were emptied. Leyana had started in the elite barracks of the drow soldiers (4). Keeping her head down, and only glancing around to keep herself oriented, she watched the quaggoth in each room going about their duties. The elite soldiers were meditating, resting from their shifts. It helped Leyana that they seemed to be completely uninterested in her. A relief, considering the fact she was in little more than rags. There was little she would be able to do if they opted to take her on for some reason or another. Leyana was hoping to avoid a fight if possible.<br/><br/>The common barracks (2) were easier, after emptying her bucket at the waterfall. A part of her hoped a drow got a face full of shit and piss. There were more cots, less soldiers. Her eyes quickly darted around, and she made her way towards the latrine, forcing herself to keep that almost lackadaisical pace. She was moving slowly towards the back of the barracks, away from the one soldier resting there. Bright green eyes easily spotted the foot locker near the latrine, causing Leyana to wonder...who had drawn the short straw to get a cot near the shitter.<br/><br/>It didn't matter. She was eyeing the foot locker, making a quick note of how it seemed unlocked. With quick movements, she peered into the foot locker, and was unable to hide her slow-forming smile. A treasure trove of goodies sat in plain view. She left it open while emptying the latrine into her bucket, and making one last glance to the one guard at the other end of the barracks. Leyana knew that all the belongings would not be able to be taken. There was no way she could hide the crossbow or chainmail. However, there was plenty of ways to transport the short sword, rope with hook, and poison vial.<br/><br/>With a bucket full of drow excrement, the elves woman casually and quickly dropped the rope and sword into the bucket as well. The vial was palmed for just the moment, until she was able to get out of the barracks. Silently, she moved out of the barracks, careful not to slosh the bucket onto the floor. The smell wasn't horrid, but Leyana barely smelled it. Her mind was whirring...if this could be pulled off, escape was well within their grasp. Well....her grasp. The others were going to have to work to get her help.<br/><br/>To the waterfall she went, and paused, huffing softly as she stood there a moment, catching her breath. With an easy slight of hand, Leyana didn't allow herself to think twice before the vial was slipped beneath her rags. Biting her bottom lip, she winced at the feel of the cool glass gliding into her tightness, the move keeping her from making a sound as she hid the vial away. She clenched her jaw a moment, and poured the crap-contents out of the bucket, being sure to keep the sword and rope hidden within.<br/><br/>Leyana felt like freedom was within her grasp. She continued on with her duties, keeping her head down, a look of near defeat upon her features. It was best that the drow didn't know that any prisoners were armed. If they were left off-guard, then she would have a chance. Her only fear now was that the drow she had stolen from would return before her shift was over, and she would be implicated in the theft.