<font color=lightgrey>Lord Easthome

"That many gold pieces would be impossible to carry. Just because of the weight of all of it. I suggest each of you takes 1,000 gold pieces. They still weigh each two kilos. You can of course get the rest whenever you want to."</font>

<font color=skyblue>"That sounds fine I suppose. Then we will be excusing ourselves with your blessing then."

Turin and his two traveling companions took the gold they were to receive, packed up and left the company of their host, Lord Easthome. They made their way to the local Inn, where they purchased two rooms, one for Robyn, and one with two beds for the guys. Turin went to sleep immediately, as it had been a tremendously rough day.

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Thinking what burn next, Terias Thinks that he should help the other prisoner who he had enchanted the weapon. Terias starts casting a Fireball Spell targeting the troll that was occupied with his companion.

<font color="FF3300">Kirûn didn't answer Bober for a moment, but stared down in the pit at Terias and the others fighting the trolls.

"That elf wizard seems to be holding his own well. I wouldn't be surprised if he helped the others kill all the trolls."

He took another small sip from his foaming mug.</font>

For Terias:

The crowd first looks on in surprise when they see him starting casting a spell but they cheer when they see its effect. The fireball hits the troll in the stomach area burning through him. The troll stood there for a few more moments, then with a thud fell to the ground dead. The one troll which remained standing seeing that all of his mates were dead turned from the fight he had been having and ran off through the door he had came, which then closed. Orcish guards started running through the entrance the prisoner's had previously come through to round up the prisoners and take them back to their cells. Of the fifteen pairs of prisoners originally only three complete pairs and four others survived.

The crowd slowly starting to disperse and the guards busy rounding up the other prisoners, no one noticed when Terias's companion hid a small dagger in his boot. As the guards reached them they had to hand over their weapons to them. They were then taken to their cells. Terias occupied the same cell as earlier. There was no sign of Feldorn. The guards locked the door behind him and then left only leaving one of their number to patrol the cells.

As Terias was getting ready to sleep he suddenly heard sounds from down the corridor. He could make out the voice of the man he had been chained together with earlier and an orcish voice, probably that of the guard. It seemed the man was asking for water, but the orc did not want to give him any. Then suddenly Terias could hear a muffled shout and then some gurgling sounds, then a sound as if a body had fallen to the ground. Silence followed for some time and then sounds of metal scraping on metal could be heard. Presently a click sounded and then a cell door opened.

The man Terias had been fighting with earlier walked up to his cell and nodded at him. There was blood on the dagger in his hand. Orcish blood. He proceeded to pick the lock of Terias's cell with the dagger. Evidently he had used the same method to open his own cell. After the cell door opened he started speaking in a whisper. <font color=black>"I could have gotten out of my cell much earlier, except I did not have anyone to escape with. You proved your worth today against the trolls. Will you come with me?"</font>

For Therlion:

After Turin's group left Lord Easthome he sent a couple of guards to get his newly acquired elven prisoner. He had a few questions to ask him. The door of the hut Therlion was in was opened and some guards took him before Lord Easthome. The dining table had been taken out of the room and now only a few chairs were here and there. Lord Easthome motioned a chair for Therlion to sit down in facing the chair he was sitting in, but not too close to him. <font color=lightgrey>"Normally I should send every enemy prisoner I acquire to the stronghold not far away from here. So far I have obliged to this, but I have never had an elven prisoner. I hear that you elves are all well learnt beings. If you can prove your worth to me I might decide to keep you here instead of sending you away. So now tell me how would you be able to serve me?"</font>

<font color=yellow>Robyn Stratsworth

She had done what she needed to during the negotiations for the price and then let Turin do all the talking. She took her bag of money and put it into her backpack. She shifted the straps so that the increased weight felt comfortable.

They went back to the inn where Turin asked for two rooms. She took her key and went up to her room. It was getting late and she was tired so she decided on sleeping. She fell into a deep dreamless sleep.</font>

For Kirun and Bober

After the fight ended the crowd started to disperse. Some disappointed looks could be seen on the faces of some people as the prisoner's had won. An announcer was shouting from somewhere high up in the stands that this was the last fight of the day and that next day there were no fights scheduled in this arena, but all were welcome to the small arenas for one on one combats.

OOC: Kirun and Bober have the choice to go back to their rooms or to go to the inn or if they want they can explore around and there still may be some fights in the smaller arenas.

IC: Elsewhere in the stronghold word was being passed around the guards to be on the lookout for two dwarves. The description tortured out of Feldorn was pretty accurate. However since dwarves looked similar to each other it could take some time to find Kirun and Bober.

<font color="FF3300">Kirûn</font>

<font color="FF3300">Deciding on a little exploration as there is no need to return to their rooms due to having all their gear with them still, Kirûn drags Bober along. Hoping maybe to figure out where the prisoners are kept, Kirûn also hopes to avoid any meddlesome guards, and also to see what's going on in the smaller arenas.</font>

[ 05-10-2004, 05:31 AM: Message edited by: Cienden ]

<font color=skyblue>Turin

Turin awoke with the dawn the next morning. He saw that Roland was still asleep. He decided to not bother him, and after getting dressed, he walked out of his room, and down to the tavern on the main floor for some breakfast. Robyn was also not to be seen. He figured that they'd be around shortly.

He went ahead and ordered a table reserved for three people, and even went as far as ordering extra food in hopes that they'd be joining him soon upon waking up. He had a big day ahead of him. He wondered how the elf was faring. Had he made it through the night well? Turin felt terrible giving up his comrade like that. But he also knew that it served the purpose of the entire group of resistance to the throne of Morgoth. Their mission had to succeed.</font>