[Ransom]

Ransom fastened the final clasp on his new suit of armor and marveled at his new find. His captors had taken his armor for booty, leaving Ransom in a bit of a jam. However, careful and painstaking searching of the pile of weapons had turned up two wonderful finds.

The first was his new armor. The plate mail was pitch black and almost seemed to meld in to the darkness. Flesh hooks, spikes, and blades protruded from the armor only increased the dark atmosphere. Skulls of various sizes covered elbows, shoulders, and knees. The armor even came with a scabbard for Ancalagon. And finally, the helm. It was in the shape of a skull, bleached white and black. Truly beautiful.

Meanwhile, Ancalagon had found a friend. The dark blade resembled halberd in many ways. The blade was about one and a half feet long and four and a half inches wide, shaped somewhat like a sharp butter knife. The pikestaff was a mere four and a half feet long and forged of the same metal as the armor. A large, upside-down obisdon skull capped the end of the haft. Truly a weapon to be proud of. Ransom took some time to examine the runes on the shaft. They glowed slightly red, mirroring the runes on his sword. Perhaps that crazy dwarf had made more than one weapon.

Ransom quietly walked to the door and raised the halberd over his head. The orcs in the guardroom were rudely awakened from their drunken sleep by the sound crash of the door as it fell to the ground. To call the next few minutes a battle would be a grave insult to martial warriors everywhere.

Ransom lifted the visor of the helm, surveying the destruction and the happy pulsing light his halberd emitted and smiled. Jailbreak.