𝔏𝔬𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔈𝔩𝔳𝔢𝔰

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔖𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔫

I wake up slowly. My body aches. That powder must've knocked me out. I roll over my back and realize I'm shirtless since the wind is tearing through my skin. I wince as I look around. I see the webs on the celling. Big webs. It smells foul in here. It's a sickness ten times more than what I have smelt. I try to move but my hands were bound by powerful rope. I look around. Where am I? 

"Look like someone's finally awake!" A groggy voice booms. 

Something grabs me. An orc. I look up at him in a startle. He takes out a knife. More and more orcs appear. They laugh at me. I kick one back. He wrenches and hisses. One grabs my leg. I punch him back. One grabs my bare foot. I feel like a fish out of water.

"Cut off his limbs!" One yells.

"Leave him be boys." Malachi's voice echoes. 

They part.

"Sorry for that brother, orcs no nothing of courtesy." He says.

"Where am I?" I ask.

"Still Dol Guldur. Just... below it. A secret basement that I have found several centuries ago." He kneels down.

"Why did you tie me up?" I ask.

"Oh, trust me brother. You will get your answers soon enough." He says.