Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20150301043606/@comment-29559990-20150303213721

Kaelmun sat in his office, a large room in the building that occupied a corner of the prison (Northeast of the Arena.). The room was filled with many medals and awards he had one in his time as a Thalmor Soldier. He would occasionally gaze at the golden trophies of his, reminiscing on what he considered to be the good ol' days. But, he was now confined to a prison of all Dominion threats.

Soon, a Justiciar who went by the name of Adalius entered his office. Adalius was more or less his apprentice (Your welcome, Shills.). If Kaelmun should ever kick the bucket, it was a fact that Adalius was next in line for the role of Nightloom Warden.

"Here." Kaelmun shoved a pile of documents into the young High Elves' hands, not even bothering to put forth a simple greeting. "These are our next contestants in the arena. I want them in there and fighting as soon as possible."

Adalius glanced through the stack, becoming more and more confused with every flip of the paper. "Sir, weren't these prisoners the one that competed in the arena not even 2 days ago?"

"Yes, it's them." Kaelmun replied. "They want to help the wood elf. They disobeyed me. You don't cross me, boy. I will teach them the error of their ways."

"Sir, with all due respect, this is becoming an unhealthy obsession of yours. You've been ranting on and on about the wood elf non-stop! Why not just send him to the headsman and be done with it?" Adalius inquired.

"Ah, you don't get it. I want to break the wood elf before I kill him. Bring him down to his knees and plead forgiveness." Kaelmun smirked.

"You don't think seeing his reflection in the headsman's axe will make him plead?"

"No, no, no. He's strong-willed. Doc gave him the strongest acid bath he had ever given to anyone. Didn't break. I've put him to work in the mines for 24 hours. Didn't break. My men have ferociously beat that boy down I don't know how many times. And he still won't break..." Kaelmun trailed off.

"Maybe he just can't break, you know?" Adalius offered.

Kaelmun glared at the boy for a moment, and suddenly dug into his bowl of honey nuts that he had on his desk, and held it in the palm of his hand. "Adalius, lets say all of the prisoners in the mines are like honey nuts. They come in all shapes 'n sizes, you know. Large, Small, Smooth, Rough, Ripe, Rotten, Soft, Tough, Black, White, Everything! No two are alike. But there is one thing all honey nuts have in common." He balled up his hand, the honey nut trapped beneath his massive fingers. "No matter how tough, and no matter how long it will take..."

There was a loud cracking noise, and Kaelmun let the destroyed shell of the honey nut drop down onto the floor. "They all break."

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Soon after, the guards went around the mines and began collecting the prisoners of Wraith, Farwan, Denon, Valuril, Morrigan, John, Ulfgar, and Elora.

Also, due to the group being down two competitors from their last bout in the Arena (Sigmund and Kain.), they decided to grab a prisoner at random to join them. It would just so happened that said prisoner would be the newest blood: Valarius.