Board Thread:Forum Roleplays/@comment-25344655-20150114030730/@comment-67.22.249.68-20150207052723

Elestan Larcalaite wrote: Well obviously because the prisoner knew much of inter-dimensions and Eureka obviously wanted him to know what hes up against here and possibly also that it annoyed him that he was being called a drow (wouldnt it annoy you?). Also he answered his question quite politely for someone in his position (many people would have propably punched him in the face before answering). You hit the nail right on the head. I'm quite shocked, those were all the right answers. Are you psychic? There's only one reason you missed: Eureka may or may not have been lying.

Eureka looked at Galim. "Well, Mr. Galim, I can understand why you did what you did the way you did it, but I'll have you know that the fact you witnessed an act of pure barbarism doesn't give you the excuse to abandon being civilized yourself. Allow me to show you something."

Eureka scrawled several runic symbols on the floor using a black piece of what seemed to be chalk. He scattered a few ingredients across the symbols, and spoke a few words in a totally unrecognizable language. In the circle he drew on the floor, an image appeared. It showed a large island in the middle of a huge sea. The skies were black with ash, and the grass was an unhealthy brown color. Clearly Nurn. However, there was very little grass to be seen, as the island was covered in a huge city. This city was teeming with Mordor Orcs.

"Why are you showing me this?" Galim asked.

"This is the new capital city of the Orcs, Deathfist Isle. Let's take a tour, hmm?" The images on the circle shifted. "See that? Orcs selling non-maggoty bread from a bakery. See that? Those are Orcs, farming, by themselves. See there? Those Orcs are wearing civilian clothes. See there? That's a police force, who prevent crimes and civil unrest. See that? That's a proper marketplace. Not just the trading that they used to do, a marketplace. Now look over here. Do you see what's working in the smithies?"

"Are those Dwarves??"

"Yes, yes they are. Evil Dwarves, but Dwarves nonetheless. Do you think Orcs would have let any kind of Dwarf into Barad Dur during Sauron's rule? And how about that, that's a bank. And, let me show you the most amazing of all: a bathhouse. A bathhouse! Orcs that keep themselves clean! They're evolving Galim. They're growing, becoming more and more civilized every month."

Suddenly, the picture went out, and the chalk circle blew away.

"What happened?"

"A powerful counterspell. Someone knew I was spying on the Orcs, and they stopped me. I have to get my Night Watchers out of there. Galim, if I can trust you not to cause any trouble, or kill the Orcs in the prison, I'll let you stay in a room here. For now, I've got to send a message to my Night Watchers to flee the capital, and to rejoin my guests upstairs. I'll take you to your room." Eureka layed a hand on Galim and teleported him to a room. It was a very nice room. "Come up to the Great Hall whenever you're hungry. Oh, and by the way, what I told you earlier... I would thank you to keep it to yourself." then Eureka teleported away.

Back up at the Great Hall...

Eureka leaned in and whispered "Alright, you've gotten my attention Dwarf. Simply tell me of a time and place we can meet safely. I want to know more about this."