Engraved on the wall is a badly made image of Mate 888th and the Tiger Beetle FB. The beetle is striking a menacing pose. The High Inquisitor is rethinking his life choices. The image reletes to the killing of Mate the 888th by a giant beetle monster in Doomforests.
Mate the 888th is dead.
He died as a hero, as a Dwarf. As the beasts from Hell approached in, he felt no fear, as his faith in Armok gave him strenght. Even after one of his eyes was gouged out by the monster, he fought on, striking the beast with his mighty adamantine hammer.
But alas, strenght alone can't defeat a demon. He did some major injuries on the thing, but he was eventually taken down, and his soul ascended to Armok's Halls where he--
Who the fuck am I kidding. Uncle Mate drunkenly dug a tunnel when the giant bug found him. Even if he took a swing at the thing, he probably missed because of the sheer amount of alcohol on his blood and because, well, you can't aim when you lost your eyes.
He probably died like most dwarves do: screaming in terror and drunken rage, his adamantine hammer resting peacefully on his office. But the people should not know that. It's better if they see him as a hero, not an unlucky drunkard. To keep their faith strong, now that I have to succeed him.
At least Armok will grant me His favor, and that's all I need to survive.
I am Mate the 892nd. Royal Hammerer of the Hall of Mortality, Head Engraver of Doomforests, High Inquisitor of the Church of Blood.
Blessed be the Church! Glory to the Queen! Glory to Armok! Glory to Dwarfkind!
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