One of the Orcs, quite obviously the captain, addresses you: “You prisoners of [NAME], you surrender or you’re finished!”
The captain orders some of the other Orcs to tie you up. After that, the Orcs fall on your baggage and don’t even stop with your clothes you’re just wearing.Only when you tell the captain, that you feel yourselves humiliated by your nudeness, he allows you to put on again some old rags. You also get some things back, of which he believes they will help you marching. After that, he lets his men blindfold you.
Because of the blindfolds, you cannot see what’s going on around you. The Orcs are talking. Apparently they consider their next move. Suddenly, someone punches you: “You! This way!”
For hours, the Orcs march you through the mountains without another word. In the evening, the blackpelts take a break. You are given bread and water. You are extremely tired and fall asleep. You are wrenched from sleep by a kick in your side. Apparently, the Orcs are ready to march on. They manhandle you back on track, liberally interspersing their ministrations with strategic kicks.
When you wake up, you notice that you have been blindfolded. Except of some pieces of clothes and things, of which the Orcs probably believed you need them to march, all of your possessions have been stolen. - You can’t really remember the fight at all. At some point of it, one of those creeps must have hit you on the head.- Someone pokes you in the side - hard. The Orcs start moving and take you along.They keep you on the right track by liberally kicking and punching you.
Around noon, you hear water gurgling. For some hours, your involuntary trip goes along some stream. Then, you are forced into the water which goes halfway up to your knees. After reaching the opposite bank, you leave the stream behind. In the evening, the Orcs take a break. The last few miles were very exhausting, as you are back in the mountains. After scarfing down some bread and water, you fall into a deep slumber. On the next day, the trek through the mountains continues. Finally, you reach a cave. After collecting numerous bruises from the stone walls of the corridors, you are relieved of the blindfolds. You hear a door being shut and locked behind you. Slowly, your eyes grow accustomed to the dim torch light falling into your cell from the corridor outside…
You are standing in a small room furnished to serve as a jail cell: there’s dirty straw on the floor, a stinking bucket for a latrine, a torch holder and some scratchings on the walls. No doubt about it, it’s the room you were kept prisoners in. You’re quite certain to know every square span of it by now, making any further examination quite unnecessary.
