The Queen had the prisoners disarm beforing having them march into the lower levels of the fortress. She locked them all in the food store room under the palace...it was then that she realized how many of them there were. She decided that the torture rooms wouldnt be ready in time, and so Myths personal guards had their food and water rations revoked. They would starve in the old hospital, then be buried below. Urist would not risk guarding so many rebels with so few loyalists.
While she was deciding the fate of the prisoners, word came to the Queen that the elves had arrived!
They came from the north, through the mudlands.
As Lord Dullard and his men marched to meet them, more attacked from the south and west. It was an elven onslaught! They caught a rebel marksdwarf who had fallen asleep after being taken prisoner. Urist had thought he had just looked so peaceful, so she left him there. Now he and the cook were caught outside. Luckily MadMonkey was in the area.
Urist rushed to the top of the temple along with Mogror. As Lord Dullard and his men decimated one squad, MORE showed up! It was an elven horde of historic proportions! The first elf horde to be seen in these parts since the days just after world generation!
"My father's father always warned of it!!!" Shouted Mogror. "He said it was a Hate left over from old times!"
There were less than a dozen loyal military dwarves. If even one or two died here, the prospects of keeping these rebel prisoners would become laughable. Urist had an idea.
"Bring me Lord Akigagak and the one they call Jazz. By themselves, they pose no threat to our forces, but can be made to serve us in this battle."
"Yes your majesty!" Mogror scuffled off. Urist remained, overlooking the fight...