The prisoners were brought forward into the temple altar. They were broken shattered dwarves at this point. The events of the last few weeks - nay, the last few years - had been horrible. In fact, ever since they had journeyed to this cursed montain on the edge of a swamp (now a desert) life had become meaningless. It was just one fucked up moment after another. And now, at last, it would come to an end here, on the altar to Urist's God.
Myth was blindfolded, along with his men, but he recognized Urist's voice when she spoke.
"You think you are all about to die a quick death, yes?" asked the Queen as she paced back and forth, looking the prisoners up and down. "Well what makes you think Im gonna be so nice, hmmm?"
Myth felt dizzy.
"Let it not be said that I am without mercy, for I
will grant you death. We are preparing a room full of single wooden spikes. As soon as it's ready you lot are going in there. Your death will
not be quick. For now, you will be locked up in the old hospital." She stopped in front of Myth. "Lock this one in the tower, his fate alone shall be different." Immediately two guards came and dragged Myth away. More guards stepped forward to drag off the rest of the rebels.
"Great Priest," summoned Urist. High Priest Kulaka stepped forward from the shadowy depths of the altar. "Have the peasant quarters drained."
"Yes, your majesty," said the High Priest as he bowed. The main lever control room for the fortress' water system was located inside the temple, under the direction of the Dungeon Master Petbeard. Kulaka made the Queens will known, and soon, the appropriate lever was pulled.
To the north of the fortress, Jazz stood on a rocky crag at the base of the mountain. He was foraging for food; berries, rats, cockroaches...anything. Suddenly a torrent of water burst forth from the rock itself, flowing into a small natural trench. Jazz was awed by the power of this place.
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