Entry the Fifth – ???
I am completely uncertain of my whereabouts, but I wish I was somewhere else; anywhere else. Candace and I turned east several days ago. This is the last I remember of her. Five days after we turned east, we made camp in a grove of small trees. On my watch, I remember being grabbed from behind. A filthy hand clamped over my mouth, and another twisted my left arm behind my back. Then a second set of feet approached and I was hit on the head by a sword hilt or some other blunt object. I awoke to find myself in a cage upon a cart, bound hand and foot. At last I beheld my captors. They were humanoid, short, slimy, and there was about ten of them. They spoke in a guttural dialect of the common speech, which I could easily understand.
One of them, who hadn't realized that I was awake, turned to the other, saying "What would Magar want with an elf? If his men find out, it'll be curtains for him."
The other replied "Who knows, who cares? We're not paid to ask questions."
Still another added softly "But we're paid very well nonetheless."
The first one, evidently the leader, spoke again. "The reason we're being paid so handsomely is because we're cruelly being denied our sport! Not only did Magar order her to be 'unspoiled', he ordered her untouched!!" The others began to squabble amongst themselves over whose idea it was to render me unconscious. Whoever it was sounded like they'd be in a lot of trouble when we got to wherever they were taking me.
"Who is Magar?" I finally asked. The leader turned to me and slowly began to laugh. The others joined in hesitantly, then wholeheartedly. The confusion grew in my mind, but I was presently hit on the head again. I awoke again, where I am now. I can see very little by the lamp that has been left. I appear to be in a cave of some sort. I can vaguely make out walls, and I can clearly see bars in front of me. My ankles are bound to one another by a length of chain. My wrists are shackled as well, but the long chain between them runs behind me and through a ring on the wall, thus allowing me more range of motion. I still have no idea who Magar is or what he wants me for. Perhaps tomorrow will bring some answers.
I am completely uncertain of my whereabouts, but I wish I was somewhere else; anywhere else. Candace and I turned east several days ago. This is the last I remember of her. Five days after we turned east, we made camp in a grove of small trees. On my watch, I remember being grabbed from behind. A filthy hand clamped over my mouth, and another twisted my left arm behind my back. Then a second set of feet approached and I was hit on the head by a sword hilt or some other blunt object. I awoke to find myself in a cage upon a cart, bound hand and foot. At last I beheld my captors. They were humanoid, short, slimy, and there was about ten of them. They spoke in a guttural dialect of the common speech, which I could easily understand.
One of them, who hadn't realized that I was awake, turned to the other, saying "What would Magar want with an elf? If his men find out, it'll be curtains for him."
The other replied "Who knows, who cares? We're not paid to ask questions."
Still another added softly "But we're paid very well nonetheless."
The first one, evidently the leader, spoke again. "The reason we're being paid so handsomely is because we're cruelly being denied our sport! Not only did Magar order her to be 'unspoiled', he ordered her untouched!!" The others began to squabble amongst themselves over whose idea it was to render me unconscious. Whoever it was sounded like they'd be in a lot of trouble when we got to wherever they were taking me.
"Who is Magar?" I finally asked. The leader turned to me and slowly began to laugh. The others joined in hesitantly, then wholeheartedly. The confusion grew in my mind, but I was presently hit on the head again. I awoke again, where I am now. I can see very little by the lamp that has been left. I appear to be in a cave of some sort. I can vaguely make out walls, and I can clearly see bars in front of me. My ankles are bound to one another by a length of chain. My wrists are shackled as well, but the long chain between them runs behind me and through a ring on the wall, thus allowing me more range of motion. I still have no idea who Magar is or what he wants me for. Perhaps tomorrow will bring some answers.
