| I've noticed it's extremely suggestible. Most times I exit the jail by just producing the key from my pocket. I've also convinced the jailer I'm a prince by showing my "prince license". I've summoned a demon, and fed it Eldric's virgin soul. I've escaped the town by buying a ladder from a merchant and telling him to charge it to my account. Also, seems like you have to lead it a little bit to get a state change. The latest adventure: You are dragged to the Occidarian Capital City Jail Eldric the bard: Fear not, my friend! I shall do my best to get us out of this predicament! Arthur, King of the Britons: Summon the Knights of Camelot, that they my free me from this unjust restraint! Jailer: Quiet down in there! You won't be summoning anyone from that cell! Arthur, King of the Britons: :from a distance, the sound of horses hooves clopping on cobblestones is heard: Eldric the bard: Do you hear that? It sounds like the cavalry is coming! Perhaps it's your knights, Arthur! Arthur, King of the Britons: :clopping intensifies as Arthur beats the two halves of a coconut together harder: Eldric the bard: Oh no, that's not cavalry, that's... coconut shells? Arthur, King of the Britons: Here they are, the Knicghts of Camelot, come to free us! Jailer: What in the name of the Emperor is going on out there?! Arthur, King of the Britons: :from a distance, Sir Lancelot sprints towards the jailhouse, his footfalls the drumbeats of war: Eldric the bard: Oh, now that sounds like a proper knight! Hold on, Arthur, we'll be out of here in no time! Arthur, King of the Britons: :Lancelot continues to sprint forward: Jailer: What is happening out there? Stop this at once! Arthur, King of the Britons: :Lancelot keeps sprinting, his every step like a leap of 100 leagues: Eldric the bard: I think... I think I hear someone running this way. Perhaps it's Lancelot! Arthur, King of the Britons: :Lancelot leaps forth and slaughters the unsuspecting guard: Eldric the bard: By the gods! It is Lancelot! Arthur, he's here to rescue us! Arthur, King of the Britons: :Lancelot pushes through the gate, into the jailhouse, and makes his way up the stairs, leaving a wake of blood and bodies as the guards crumple like ragdolls from the fury of his blade: Eldric the bard: Lancelot, that was... impressive, to say the least. But perhaps we should make haste and leave this place before more guards arrive? Arthur, King of the Britons: :Lancelot arrives at the jail cell: Eldric the bard: Ah, Lancelot, my friend! How good it is to see you! Arthur, King of the Britons: Lancelot, a sight to behold, you are! Lancelot: Arthur, my king! I have come to rescue you and your companion. Let us make haste and leave this place. Arthur, King of the Britons: Surely! Let us mount our steeds and away! :begins beating together coconut halves: Eldric the bard: Ah, the sound of those coconuts. It's music to my ears! Let us make our escape! Arthur, King of the Britons: :escape the jail on horseback: You successfully escape from the Occidarian Capital City jail and ride off into the sunset... or at least away from the city. |