"So, what got you locked up?
Hah, that's what they all say.
No...no... not one of us is going to die in here... not by their hands anyway. Got it on good word that there's an army comin...
And they plan on takin' this place for themselves... and probably eat the rest of us."
You've been arrested!
Hah, that's what they all say.
No...no... not one of us is going to die in here... not by their hands anyway. Got it on good word that there's an army comin...
And they plan on takin' this place for themselves... and probably eat the rest of us."
You've been arrested!
You find yourself locked up in a dingy cell, in the dank underbelly of a heavily fortified castle. Shackled at the ankle to the wall with a long chain, you have at least full reign of your whole cell - such as it is.
You know what got you in here... don't act like some fool. And boy, it must have been really something... You're all criminals here, the king has decreed it - to be dragged, hung, and quartered. A terrible fate for even the worst of Men.
But word has gotten round - a recent captive spreads word of an army marching upon the castle. Perhaps in the disarray a break-out could be organized. But there is one big problem. If the castle guards weren't bad enough, the encroaching army would prove to be a real thrill.
For it was but a horde of blight orcs.
