Certain that A Band of Orcs finding you over the corpse of one of their own is no better than a pack of Ghouls, you determine your best odds are to avoid the blood clash. 

Thinking quickly, you grab the nearest set of metal bars. You shimmy up them just as the Orcs and Ghouls collide into each other. Focusing on the horizontal bars of the prison cell, you are too distracted to see the eruptions of light emitting from one Orc's ceremonial staff. The gleam does afford you enough light to assess your footing and walk across the iron bars. 

As you move forward, your vantage point above the fray gives you a clear view of what happens next. Armed only with broken bars, floor stones and other improvised weapons, the Orcs quickly turn to the same rending and biting tactics as the Ghouls. A twinge of guilt crosses your heart as you glance at the longsword in your hand. 

"The affairs of A Band of Orcs are not my own", you mumble as you turn away to complete your escape. You falter as you suddenly face a greater threat hovering above you, the cells and the melee below. Its glowing crown is your only clue as to the nature of the mighty evil that levitates above the battle. You look down to see a rush of suicidal Orcs racing past the Ghouls and towards the vile Lich King. You have only an instant to realize that the brave Orc warriors bought time for the rest of their tribe to make a hasty retreat. 

Balancing on the iron rod, you look into the black sockets of the Lich King's skull. An electric flicker in its dark eye holes becomes an eruption of lightning from his skeletal fingers. The remaining Orcs are incinerated by a mass of energy. Blue arcs of energy instantly race up the iron bars to electrocute you at the feet of the Lich King. 

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