The queen's assistant looked up at the four prisoners quickly, then continued to recording the conversation. He was given the job of writing down the conversation, punishment and all the important things. Later he would have to return to his office in the boiling underground of the Mountainhome, and put the documents in the correct file.
For now all he had to do was listen to the jingling of the cuffs and her Highness yelling.
The guards prodded at his back with the shafts of their spears, his hands were rubbed raw from the nights spent in the jail with the restraints around him. The Queen must have disliked him the most, or more specifically him and the others, as she had their ankles and hands bound by rusty chains which tore at his skin every time he tried to make a simple movement. He had waited a long time, thirty eight days to be exact. With only the occasional food and drink to keep he and his companions alive. Now he was at the mercy of the Queen for theft, fraud and assault. The Queen was a fat, old dwarf. She wore a dark red pigskin dress, made by her legendary clothier. Atop her head sat a golden crown, adorned with several gems and spikes of bone piercing the air around it. A thin line was drawn across her face, her mouth barely moving as quietly spoke her orders, "Will the prisoners step forward." There was a long pause, then each guard took two of them by their neck, like children, and shoved us forward. We were weary from our long days of getting little to no sleep, and they tumbled to a pile. The chains rubbed against their wrists again, drawing small pricks of blood as scabs uncovered days old cuts. The group stood up to find the Queen shaking her head and she spoke again. This time she barked at them, like a feral dog, "You are charged with the stealing of food and coins. You have tried to counterfeit copper coins, as if the sum you stole was not enough." She spoke to them as if they were one, which they technically where by then. The chains made them move as a group, if one fell the others fell. "Then when the city guard tried to take you in you attempted to stab him, y-" One of them proceeded to cut her off, which was not a good idea. "Your highness, we did that all for the go-" He dropped to the ground unconscious from a swift hit aside the head from one of the guardsmen. The Queen's glare hardened as she continued, "You are condemned to work in the prison and mines until you drop dead." She did not bother prettying it up, and with a ring covered hand she dismissed them and shuffled back to her private quarters.
The assistant scribbled down what was left and watched as the prisoners were hauled back to their cells until they were to embark on their journey. Quickly he half jogged down the hallway and stopped the Queen. "Your Highness," he said as he bowed. "Don't you think that was a bit harsh on them? Perhaps several years in the prison would be okay..." The Queen looked at him nodded at a nearby guard. "Then you shall be joining them in the dungeons and on the journey." She said, laughing. Pointing at two other guards she added, "You'll be keeping order there. Go watch the prisoners!" And with that she retired into her bedroom for the day.
Before the days of when they set off the four prisoners were trained in using picks and chopping down trees, the former assistant to the queen was given a brief lesson on how to suture, dress wounds, set bones and all the necessities of a doctor. After they packed their wagon they set off to where Mindonslaught
should have been.
Shorast sighed as she and the others were pushed along by the two guardsmen. Looking behind her she recognized the others, but the assistant to the Queen was also shackled as they walked. What a peculiar thing, why would he be here?
After several days they stopped, Urist and Kogsak dropping the wagon handles. The two guards growled angrily and one yelled, "Where the bloody hell is the damned prison?!"
Kikrost walked ahead, picking up the map and studied it for a man. Finally he let out a heavy sigh and said, "There is no prison. She wanted us to die out here or make one." Shoving the map into the hands of the angry guards he walked back to the wagon, but was stopped short. "If she wanted us to make one then get to it. Strike the earth! You're still all prisoners!" And thus began the story of Mindonslaught
Dwarfs - Ustuth, Prison Guard
Proficient Axedwarf, Adequate Fighter, Novice Striker, Adequate Dodger.
Blackhammer, Prison Manager
Novice Building Designer, Novice Wound Dresser, Diagnostician, Novice Surgeon, Novice Bone Doctor, Novice Suturer, Novice Appraiser, Novice Organizer, Novice Record Keeper, Novice Judge Of Intent, Novice Building Designer
Iden, Prison Guard.
Skilled Axedwarf, Competent Fighter, Novice Striker, Adequate Dodger.
Kadol, Prisoner
Adequate Fighter, Adequate Dodger, Competent Miner, Adequate Engraver, Novice Mechanic.
Cerol, Prison Cook/Prisoner.
Adequate Fighter, Novice Wrestler, Novice Dodger, Novice Striker, Novice Woodcutter, Novice Carpenter, Novice Brewer, Novice Cook, Novice Grower
Udil, Prisoner
Adequate Fighter, Novice Wrestler, Novice Striker, Novice Kicker, Adequate Miner, Novice Engraver, Novice Mason.
Dishmab
Proficient Striker, Novice Dodger, Skilled miner
Dwarf Slots - 1. VACANT 2. VACANT. 3. VACANT. 4. VACANT. 5. VACANT. 6. VACANT. 7. VACANT.
Equipment List - Forgot to take a screenshot of that before I embarked, but it's the necessities.
Animals - Two dogs, different genders. Two cats, different genders. One humped camel. Yak Cow.
I'm doing a community game where the fortress is basically just one big prison where we mine nonstop, hence the Mining Facility part. Pick a dorf, if you want to, and I'll name him after you.
I know this isn't too exciting, and my story telling isn't that good either. But I felt like doing a community game and I will. Even if one person chooses to be a dwarf.
Any dwarves that are not useful will be trapped in cells unless they are called upon.
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Topic: Mindonslaught - Dwarven Mining Facility and Prison Complex. Community Game (Read 1069 times)