The three men got what they wanted. They were left alone on the throne to keep drinking and to talk amongst themselves.
"Sooo… what's the plan" Maro asked
"What do you mean… this wall thing was your plan" Kadrin stroked his beard
"Who gives a fuck about the wall, the Gnomish and Dearven engineers will handle it better than us. This is what they call a political misdirection" Maro grabbed another bottle of whiskey hidden under the throne
"We have to leave for a long time… whatever it is we do… I need a vacation"
They all agreed with a swig of their bottles
The drunk idiots kept coming up with horrible ideas on how they could get out, false flag attacks to initiate a war, faking a political delegation to the capital, faking their deaths, abdicating the throne…
In the end, they just ran away. They left the throne room completely drunk, stumbling around, and they put together some supplies… mostly alcohol.
They put their fancy gear away and took basic gear from the armoury as disguises.
As this happened during the middle of the day… Everyone saw them. But it wasn't shocking to see the kings drunk and wandering the fortress, in fact it was becoming more common.
They put together a random assortment of shit that only drunk people would think of. No food or sleeping gear… just bottles of whiskey and skins of wine and a lot of weapons.
Looking at their pile of shit. They were satisfied. They left a note on their thrones saying they were away on important business and they'll be back in a couple months.
Their plan was almost complete… Now the get away. They planned on running to the top floor of the Fortress and then Maro would fly them some distance away and they would go on foot.
But they were too drunk to go up the stairs so Maro grabbed them by their backpacks and flew them out a second story balcony.
Maro was strong but he was also drunk as he flew… vomit and weapons rained upon the courtyard as they were leaving… but it was commendable they didn't lose a single drop of alcohol.
Everyone saw the drunks fly away… they went about their day as normal… if their achievements and their strength wasn't obvious they probably would have been run off for being terrible kings. But Kadrin was the Dwarven Reclaimer, Dwarves made oaths to replicate his accomplishments… Gnarlo was the only one who could command the two Trolls at the front gate and Maro was a 2 meter tall super jacked angel.
They flew for as long as Maro could withstand it before they crashed into a tree and fell asleep… They were arguing about who would be able to pick up the most chicks on their adventure, which distracted Maro.
They crashed just before the sunset and just decided to fall asleep where they fell.
They woke up very early the next morning when Maro's giant ass snapped through half the branches on one side of the tree.
Kadrin never crashed into the tree he fell off a couple meters before and fell asleep in the dirt.
Gnarlo was stuck in the top, so instead of climbing to get him… Mario and Kadrin cut down the tree with the battle axes they brought.
When they finally got their bearings and were sitting and talking… they noticed the wine tasted way better… The whiskey was phenomenal. Alcohol got its taste back and the boys got their freedom back… they had a lot of fun that morning… first time in a long time.