Through the melee, towards freedom

You, Scars, and the five remaining guards advance past the guard station and immediately emerge at the surface. A quick survey of the situation shows that most of the compound is overrun, with some scattered fighting here and there. The attackers are soldiers of the demon overlord's armies, mixed groups of lizardmen, trolls, and more bestial creatures like hellhounds and worgs.

The majority of the guards lie dead or dying, but there are still pockets of resistance, as they fight desperately for survival. As your squad slices through attackers, Scars unexpectedly steps to the forefront waving a flag he picked up off the ground. It is slightly muddy from being left on the ground and trampled on, but it still shows brilliant colors of green and gold displayed prominently on its front.

"Arise, warriors of Elohin! To my side!" The half-elf bellows to the surrounding guards, turning all their eyes to him and the emerald flag waving in the sky.

The remaining guards give out a ragged cheer and cut swaths through the groups of lizardmen and trolls between you and them, heading towards Scars' rallying call. Some of them are pulled down by the inevitable fighting, but the majority manage to make their way to you and Scars. Individually, the groups number by the handful, but together they are something noteworthy. By the time the last Elves join up, you have a small army surrounding you and fighting their way to the entrance of the compound.

A deafening symphony of roars rumbles through the din of battle. Directly ahead of you, you see three of those purplish, blind monstrosities barring your way. Standing shoulder to shoulder, they meet the front lines of the elves with their claws, colliding with their blades and smashing their shields. Four Elves fall from the first attack alone.

The clash between forces causes your momentum to stall and, looking behind you, you see what looks like the entire prison compound swarm towards your position. You are afraid that your little detail is going to get crushed between the chasing attackers and the blind creatures like a hammer and anvil, when suddenly you watch several fireballs, flaring orange-red in the night, arch towards the beasts in front, making them explode in fire.

Looking just past their smoldering corpses, you see a purple-robed wizard hurling spheres of fiery **** at your pursuers, forcing them back and scattering them. The spellcaster's face is smeared black from dirt and gleaming with sweat, but otherwise quite comely. To your complete surprise, it is Morina, the squirrelly mage you met at the redlight district.

Even more to your shock, there are three little figures fighting by her side, protecting her flank and rear. At first you thought they were gnomes or dwarves, based on their size, but a closer look marks them as just heavily-armored goblins. YOUR heavily-armored goblins, to be precise. Glaw, Modoc, and Dai, wearing plated armor far too big for their stocky size, coming to your rescue along with Scars and Morina.

"Is that...?"

"Did you really think I would come here alone, love?" Scars snickers. "Your goblin friends were so eager to rescue you that I had to practically tie them down to stop them from charging in. Only when Morina told them that I would be able to sneak in and get you out safely, did they try to obey. Honestly, I don't know how you managed to tame those three. You must have some sort of magical power."

You look at him, looking at you with disbelief, but in truth it's you who can't believe him. Coming to break you out of jail, battling a demon monster, rallying and commanding a platoon of Elvish soldiers, and having the foresight to bring allies....maybe he should have been the Chosen One, you think briefly.

Finally, after what seems like an hour of fighting, your small **** breaks through completely from the attackers and joins up with Morina and the goblins, breaking into a full sprint away from the compound. And then you are free from the prison.

There are scores of frothing, furious lizardmen, trolls, and other creatures hot on your tail and probably hot for your tail. You're surrounded by the same men who captured you and **** you days ago. And your only comrades are three horny goblins, a bumbling mage, and a bastard half-elf.

But you're free and it feels glorious.