Cheers erupted across the prison, the warden and the guards were dead.
Maro, knowing that looting was about to start in 30 seconds. Took all the gold jewelry off the remaining body parts, took his coin purse, left the staff and ran inside to see if there was any treasure. He estimated he had a good head start since everyone else had to run to get to the main office.
He went upstairs immediately to the Wardens quarters, he bashed open a treasure chest, took Greentooth's savings and the monthly salary payments for the guards… wow he was certified rich now. It was all silver.
He found a large high quality leather bag, stuffed it full of silver and gold jewelry. Money out of the way, he went to look for the armoury, as he headed downstairs the gnomes had the same idea, he saw Gnarlo rushing upstairs, Maro waved at him with a smile, Gnarlo replied by throwing up a rude gesture.
The armoury was fucking stacked, he could probably equip all the male prisoners with gear… but he didn't care about that. He went to go find upgrades for himself… dwarves and humans were now entering the building.
"FINDERS KEEPERS" he yelled as he stumbled upon multiple upgrades. He picked up a suit of chainmail armour for himself, a steel helmet with a noseguard, a blank steel kiteshield and then he saw it in the display case… he dropped the shield.
Behind the glass was a large ornate two handed sword. He punched the glass and grabbed it, the sheath had streaks of gold and silver embroidered on it, the pommel had a large emerald in the hilt. He drew the sword, it wowed him, it was art, but deadly art… it was beautiful steel. He resheathed it… happy with his haul, he started heading out to the courtyard.
On his way out, he noticed his confiscated steel daggers, he resheathed them on his belt and walked out with his hands full, covered in blood he dropped all his loot by the water trough. Drank his full and then washed himself as thoroughly as he could.
After an hour or so the looting died down, a good chunk of people had run away but they were all wanted… criminals throughout the largest kingdom of the continent. The rest of the people stayed to party, loot and follow Maro's lead.
The dwarves had sniffed out the wine barrels and brought them out. It would take a week before anyone even knew what happened to the prison and then a week and a half before they could get a force out there… They can take their time to plan their future.
He drank a bit with Gnarlo and Kadrin… "A promise is a promise boys" he saw Friga and called her to grab Hilda and her friend to drink with them.
Kadrin was drunk and his adrenaline was dumped, he was too tired to feel shy. But he was trying his best to seem calm and manly still. Gnarlo noticed and laughed as he was sitting in the lap of the tall beautiful blonde human lady.
Maro had to get his last prize, after a couple hours of drinking he whispered something into Hilda's ear. They both got up, Hilda's head was barely above his waist, she was blushing… but Maro was completely enthralled now, her hourglass figure was ridiculous and most of all she was thhhiiiickkk!!
Maro took her to the Warden's bedroom…they immediately undressed. Maro couldn't help but stare and drool a little, Hilda couldn't stop blushing, her cheeks were flush, the wine had hit and she got started on him while standing…
Sometime in the middle of the night Maro had activated Bloodrush to keep going and they broke through the floor. The bed landed in the room below but they kept at it until the morning.
It was already evening when most of the party goers started getting up. There were bon fires lit throughout the courtyard, people were cooking whatever they found in the pantries… Luckily there was enough grain in the prison stores, to keep the whole prison fed for a couple months. Meat was also abundant as Wolfmen were 99% carnivores, they feasted to recover from last night's hangover.
Maro was around a bonfire with Kadrin and Gnarlo talking. It was a good fight, all the boys got 'lucky'. Turns out Gnarlo had a height fetish thing and was really into human women and Kadrin was talking about proposing already.
"What now, we're probably going to be the biggest fugitives in the Kingdom…" Gnarlo sighed.
Maro tossed each of them a hefty pouch of silver… "we can do whatever we want now" Maro smiled.
Gnarlo looked a lot happier, this was more money than he would have earned in 10 years at the logging camp.
Kadrin, contemplating life, pondered for a second "we have a couple of options as I see it"
"One, we have over a hundred armed men who also hate those green skinned bastards, we can become bandits and raid the country side"
Appealing… but what other options would he suggest
"two , we can ditch everyone, wear disguises and slip back into a city undercover and continue from there as adventurers"
Not bad.
"Three, we are near the edge of the border on the east, there is a relatively old mountain range on the coast… abandoned millenia ago by the dwarves, I know of an old Dwarf fortress that still stands and has access to an aquifer."
Gnarlo immediately wanted option two, what was the point of money if you couldn't spend it.
Maro calmed him down… "I vote for options 1, 2 and 3. We set up base in the hidden dwarf fortress, we raid with the men when we are bored and the rest of the time we can secretly travel to explore more women… I mean adventure"
Gnarlo looked at Kadrin and they nodded at the same time, they didn't need to give up on the rest of the prisoners they saved. They can have access to a home base and then they can travel discreetly in small groups when needed… Perfect.
"Its already late, lets meet up here tomorrow and head out with whoever wants to stay together"
He winked at them then went to find Hilda.