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Now, I couldn't change back to normal, or any of my other forms or I would be exposed and probably killed. So instead I told them that I had a messenger in the group who was capable of accessing my father. They thought it prudent to also send my father a toe. I had to convince them to go with a locket of hair, since upon seeing that his daughter was hurt, would send unbridled fury upon them. They agreed, and told my character to take off the dress as further proof. They send a messenger, and there I was, a half elf waif in only a slip, surrounded by orcs. The leader was once again reminded about the fury of my father if it was found that I was hurt, and I was left mostly alone. Well, until night fell.
That's when the guard of my cell decided, fuck the boss, gonna get me some half elf booty. This was good, since I could fascinate him as a bard. I had him spell bound with (made up) stories from my father, as I made my way to the bucket that was my chamber pot, and waltzing around, til I finally whanged him upside his head. I stripped him and hid the guard in the straw that was my bed, and sauntered out, wearing his face. Locked the cell behind me, and walked away casting glibness.
The other guards saw me leaving looking like the other guard, and asked about my (former) prisoner. I told them she was compliant, after a brief struggle, but she knocked over the bucket. She was still there crying. The others got up to go visit the cell. I sauntered out of the derilect fortress, and back to my group. We returned in the morning and killed them all, with me as my half elf's body guard, with bull's strength cast. It was a glorious fight.