We continue to battle, Lydia now recovered enough to engage the enemy with her vicious mockeries.
Jericho, the leader of the Elves, states that his clan can’t remain here as Thia will likely destroy them. He declines Chinny’s offer of our help. He says he has heard that were responsible for destruction of one of their sacred orbs, but believes us when we tell him that it was Thia who did this.
Yevelda wants to rejoin her clan and we decide to accompany her. Flint asks if we can go to Oakshield on the way to investigate a very important personal matter. When questioned he says he is looking for his fiance Pensiar, who was driven from his town with her family.
On arriving in Oakfield Flint sees a beggar whom he has heard may have seen Pensiar. He gives the beggar, Blinky, some alms, and asks about her, showing him her photo. Blinky becomes agitated and begins rambling about the body snatchers inside a nearby shack, whom he states took his friend Winky. He says the same thing happened to Pensiar.
Flint cautiously opens the door to the shack, but it is empty. A thorough investigation reveals nothing. Flint then approaches a constable and shows him Pensiar’s photograph, but the constable doesn’t recognize her. He states the beggar is crazy.
Yevelda tells us that her red haired family has led their clan for centuries, and have a prophetic text, the Sha Via. She says that a red haired impostor came and influenced the clan, which turned on her, causing her to run for her life.
We offer to help her expose this impostor, and discuss how to enter the Orc settlement without being seen. Before we can approach the settlement we are attacked and captured by orcs.
We awaken in jail cells, separated from each other, weaponless but unharmed. Our armor remains on. Our ears are ringing. We can’t seem to make our magic work. There are guards watching us. A prisoner named Sutha tells us that we will be forced to fight in the Orcs’ arena.
Suddenly guards come and force us out of our cells, and we are shoved into the arena, where weapons stand in front of each of us, their hilts protruding from the sandy ground. There are many orcs in the arena with us. An obese, red haired orc bearing a frightening resemblance to a wicked politician from an alternate universe announces the beginning of the games. His wife, sitting beside him, gives a plagarized welcoming speech to the crowd.
Flint slays an orc; Lydia casts a stinking cloud, Cid releases a giant scorpion, and on and on we fight for our very lives…