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For the two captive elves:
An hour or two could have passed, or even more since they had been locked up, they could not tell. They had tried talking, but guards of various races at different times promptly told them to shut up. It was completely dark in the corridor and their elven eyes could barely see the walls on the other side. All the other cells were empty, it seemed that either the prisoners were elsewhere or they were the only ones. A door creaked in the distance at the end of the passageway. A light entered the darkness. It hurt their eyes. Footsteps could be heard coming towards their cells. A group of orcs led by a giant orc, almost human size appeared in front of their cells. Eight orcs accompanied him. "I am called Hurshakh. You shall know me very well before you die. If you are lucky enough to die and don't go to the slave pits. I am the torturemaster here. One of you shall be taken to be tortured for imformation now. One of the human guards has told me that he senses magic over you."-he said pointing at Terias."We know how to handle your kind here. Take him."
After opening the cage five orcs took him down the opposite way they had come down the passageway. They went through several doors, until they reached a large chamber where several prisoners seemed to be standing amongst a throng of guards. He was shackled together with a human. All the other prisoners were shackled together in pairs. They stood in front of a gigantic door. They waited for hours standing there, but eventually the door opened and through it Terias could see an immense arena with several doors like theirs all around it. Spectator stands could also be seen high up. A mace was suddenly thrust in his hand by one of the orcs. He heard his human companion whispering:"What are you good at?" He had a short sword and a shield strapped to his wrist.
Meanwhile the rest of the orcs at the cells had grabbed Feldorn and were taking him the opposite direction as Terias had been taken. They went through three doors and then reached a small chamber which had various torture devices in it. Feldorn was strapped to a wooden bench and Hurshakh started to work on him. For hours Feldorn's shreeks of pain echoed in the chamber. All of his fingers were broken on his hands and on his feet, he was burnt, slashed, whipped, but still he would not speak, he would not give up imformation. "As much as I am enjoying this, unfortunately I have to stop now."-said his tormentor.
The door opened and a creature of shadow stepped in. A wraith it seemed to Feldorn. Fear struck him, a fear he did not now was possible. He started praying to his gods. The shadow figure murmured incantations, and the gradually but getting stronger and stronger he felt a desire to speak to this shadow creature. Half an hour later he was transferred back to a different cell where he was just thrown in. In the cell were a human and two elves. They cared for him and they were the ones who saved his life, since the injuries inflicted upon him had been grave. They told him that they were the ones, who after interrogaton had to put the prisoners back into shape for work in the quarries far below.
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