In the dark depths of the mines there was the constant chink of tools striking the rockface, the harsh crack of the whip, and the screams of the agonised slaves. The Mad Monk turned to the scorched and blackened figure beside him and muttered... "Arthur, this is another fine mess you've gotten us into!"
AB: "I'm not sure why you're blaming me my lord... I was eaten by the hydra. I was lucky it was down to one head so swallowed me whole rather than fighting with itself over me. Being in one piece was a considerable advantage when I got my next spell off and vaporised the thing around me. I could have made good my escape if my timing had been better and it hadn't at the time been on the victory parade surrounded by an entire encampment. What's your excuse for not escaping from the field of battle"
MM: "Sigmar wills it clearly... otherwise i would have noticed one of those bloody pirates had tied my bootlaces together."
AB: "You know I still have my magic items secreted about myself... they're a little singed but I can remake them from the fire anew and we can make our escape!"
MM: "You're crazier than I am!!! Fire! In this place! You'll blow us all to hell and back! If we are to escape it must be by conventional means..."
*Whipcrack* "Ooooooooh, again, AGAIN!"
Arthur paused for a moment with a puzzled look on his face... "One of your lot?"
"Probably" The Mad Monk replied "Either one of the martyrs or a dark elf. Those guys have a bit too much in common at times..."
*This tale is because both my heroes of legend that took part in the last battle were captured by the enemy.*