Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26210095-20170418205753/@comment-26295802-20170423210751

Patrick.vtap wrote: Meanwhile, deep below the Umbarian Flagship...

The Admiral walks in to the tiny, sunless cell that Herendil has been kept in. Food and drink have been withheld from him for days, now, and Herendil is starving. The Admiral walks in with a silver platter with fine filleted fish, garnished with spices from Rhun, as well as a glass of fine Dorwinion wine. He sets it down on the table, right out of Herendil's reach, who is chained to the wall of the ship. "I am sorry about the manner in which you have been treated, my Prince. There are few men of class and noble blood on this vessel, like us two." Herendil gives a wry grin that looks more like a grimace.

"What do you plan to do with me? Torture me? Kill me? Hold me for ransom? I'm afraid none of those will prophet you. As for the latter, the coffers of Tirith Aear have long ago been shipped to Minas Tirith to fund the king's little wars. As for the former two, I don't really have any information, so it would be useless to you. Unless, of course, you wish to kill me for sport. But somehow you don't seem the type, admiral."