Slave

Act I, Part IX: The Taking of Tinnurion

Osyth closed his eyes.

As he opened them again, he let out a sigh and stretched his long muscular legs until his toes broke the surface of the water. He wriggled his toes and grinned at them, before leaning back on the edge of the bath. “Life is good” he murmured, the warm water massaging his thick muscles as the scent of soap filled his nostrils.

Luzbug was overlooking the construction of the new fighting pit. Higher and with spikes on the top facing down at the contestants. Anyone that would want to jump out of it would be impaled. Workers from other parts of Dunland came to work on the project aswel. With the escape of a prisoner under the eye of the white hand, all of Dunland was put to shame.

Luzbug

Ever demanding is the supply chain of Isengard. Wood, iron or work forces. It doesn't matter what. All flows to that accursed pinnacle. One of those shipments comes from a very unusual place: The shire. The white wizard has taken a liking to the halfling's leaf but also some of the foodstuff. Normally these supply chains were being handled by brigands under the pay of the white hand, with the exception of some half-orc goons. But this time the cargo was different. A certain delicacy was required for the task. It was not often that Isengard required life cargo from so far away.