Board Thread:Fun and Games Forum/@comment-26355186-20150630204932/@comment-24306135-20150708175036

(IT'S TIME TO PLAY EVERYONE'S FAVORITE TEST OF ENDURANCE!)

(NAME!-RANK!-NUUUUUUMMMMMBERRRRRRR!)

(-jazzy game show theme starts up-)

Sauron awoke to find himself chained in an odd bone chair, which itself was surrounded by a low ring in a stone floor. It seemed this level of the Ketch, judging by the decor, had been transformed into a Hive stronghold. Suddenly, the ring burst into flames, and a massie Hive Knight, a Bone Zealot in red-spattered armor, strode into the room. Sauron flinched slightly as he felt words of a sort appear in his mind

{I AM THE QUESTIONER. NONE RESIST MY POWER>}

{YOU WILL TELL ME WHAT I WISH TO KNOW, METAL WRETCH. YOUR DOOM IS INEVITABLE.}

{MY FIRST QUERY IS SUCH: WHAT IS YOUR MISSION?}

Sauron grimaced as the Questioner's words wormed through him.

"Sauron-145, Major, TES-45768473."

{A PALTRY OFFERING, FOUL THING. AGAIN. WHAT IS YOUR MISSION?}

"Sauron-145, Major, TES-45768473."

{SO YOU WISH TO FIGHT ME? THIS SHALL BE A PLEASURE LONG AWAITED.}

The Questioner shoved a bone dagger, laced with acids, into Sauron's arm.

The Ranger gasped in pain, but repeated his answer.

"Sauron-145, Major, TES-45768473."

Internally, Sauron kept tempo. He'd gotten an old trick from a friend who'd spent 4 months in Fallen hands.

''Alright. Just a knife, Sauron. You can take it. Count to four, inhale. Count to four, exhale. Don't give him what he wants.''