Might as well keep posting the backstory while people sign up
Lokum observed the dwarves as he approached. He could recognize four of them from the drawings. There was Led Warleach, a notorious mass murder and would-be regicide, Nil the rebel, Ingem Firebeard and Skrymir the Mandate Breaker. The three others were hiding their faces inside their beards.
"Ah. Commander. Please assume your place so that we may begin", said the captain of the gaol.
Lokum gave the captain a blank stare, then walked to join the line of dwarves.
Shortly after the gate opened, and a small procession of dwarves walked into the courtyard. Lokum identified the first dwarf as baroness Weavedlance. Her face was hard as stone, and her otherwise cool behavior was betrayed by the murderous stare she projected at him. The procession spread out to an uneven line, and the baroness stepped forward.
"You have been found guilty of crimes against the kingdom, but by royal decree...', she paused, frowning. "By royal decree you have been given the choice to enter military service, and to be posted at Hellchains until the day of your death. No matter the crime," she finished, glaring at Lokum.
She turned towards the priest and asked: "Are you ready, honored priest of Mondul?"
"I am, your highness."
She turned back towards the prisoners. "When I announce your name, take one step forward. Do you understand?" Some general nods and ayes followed.
"Good. Led Warleach. You have been found guilty of your crimes and sentenced to seventy-two strikes of the hammer. Do you consent to being marked for death?"
"Aye", Led replied.
The priest stepped forth, holding a white-hot branding iron. He grabbed Led's right hand and pressed the iron against he back of his hand.
"Skrymir", said the baroness as Led returned to the line, gripping his branded hand. "You have been found guilty of your crimes and sentenced to sixty-five strikes of the hammer. Do you consent to being marked for death?"
"Ye", Skrymir said, holding out his hand. The process was repeated.
"Ignem, you have been found guilty of your crimes and sentenced to fifty-one strikes of the hammer. Do you consent to being marked for death?
"Hrmph. Yes", Ignem snorted, holding out his soot-stained arm.
"Bomrek Redswitches, you have been found guilty of your crimes and sentenced to fifty-five strikes of the hammer. Do you -"
"Yes yes, get on with it", said Bomrek, exposing his wrist.
"Hmph. Nil. You have been found guilty of your crimes and sentenced to seventy-five strikes of the hammer. Do you consent to receiving the mark of Mondul?"
"Yes", said Nil.
Finally it was Lokum's turn. He stepped forth before his name was called, causing the guards to reach for their weapons. The baroness raised her hand to stop them.
"Commander Lokum. You have been -"
"Nesteth, I-"
"SILENCE! You have been found guilty of your crimes and sentenced to one hundred strikes of the hammer. Do you consent to being marked for death?"
Lokum paused for a moment, before nodding. "I do."
"And be damned", the baroness replied in a low voice, her eyes hard as steel.
After the priest was finished with branding them the baroness spoke up again.
"Know that today marked the end of your life. From now on your lives belong only to the god of death, Mondul. If you are ever found outside the boundaries of Hellchains, you will be executed immediately and all agreements of honorable burial will be revoked. Guards, take them to the carriages."
The baroness turned sharply and walked back the way she had come, without even a glance back.
If you post in what exact words your dwarf would use, I'll add them to the story.