Improv: ECL 1 Kona Shield Elf Battle Dancer 1: Entry 1

ALL you had to do was get off the boat.
ALL you had to do was not get distracted.
Don't get baited. 

Kona looked up as the orc who shared his jail cell stood and walked to the door and jerked on it once, like it was supposed to be open. Finding it amazingly locked still, the orc walked back glaring and sat on his bench. Kona summoned all his willpower not to strangle himself.

DON'T get baited. Moron! You could have walked off that pier and been free. Instead you had to FREAKIN ARGUE WITH THE CAPTAIN  over MONEY? You could have thrown the entire 500 gold you had hidden in your waterskins at his face and damned him for his insolence and have been FREE.

No one seemed to have found it yet. All of "Kona's" equipment was stored nearby. At least until the trial and probable execution tomorrow when they found out he wasn't the second duke of whatever the hell it was.

And now he smelled smoke. HOW can I be in a cell with an orc and smell anything but orc? Kona stood and jumped up to grab the bars to the street level window high above. Carriage and horse sounds, and running. But he couldn't make anything out. He frowned. What the hell is with these bars? He couldn't fit a fist thru them, much less hope to squeeze out. A Pixie couldn't squeeze thru these. He dropped back to the floor and stared gloomily at the empty guard's desk.

I guess they prevent anything from getting into the jail too. Like a dagger. Or worse, a spell pouch.

The guard returned and looked… scared? could that be right? "Look, none of us are violent, you know that. All our cases are minor." (Actually he had no idea what the others were in for, but he was pretty sure he could take any of them in a fight. … Unless the orc managed to land a blow…) "Let us out and we can help you with the fires or problems. We care about this city too."

Kona grimaced. Shit. that was WAAAY too thick. But then the guard unlocked the door, pointed to the cabinet full of everyone's gear, and ran out of the room. Kona paused just a second before bounding out of the cell. What have I gotten into now?

20 feet down the hall, they found the guard's body dead. WHAT have I gotten into now?

Outside the jail, they saw a grotesquely injured horse pulling a burning cart behind it across the town square, until it ran into a house. The orc snorted, probably wondering how it could … well, do whatever orcs thought about doing. The holy man seemed about to run off and help the people in the house. This was it - decision time. Did he flee the city in the dark of night, or stay to help and possibly be imprisoned again after the crisis?

The house that the cart had run into now was obviously on fire as well, Flames were appearing on the thatched roof and smoke was pouring from one window. Dammit!

Kona ran off after the cleric, and called to the rest of his 'group'

"Well come on! This town clearly can't save itself!"