Rohnam breathed in dank air. It was thick with the cool moisture of
decay. These halls had never seen the
light of day. Torches dotted the
otherwise bare walls. Dripping water and
patter of tiny feet skipped through the rock-faced halls. Rohnam was here only to die. No man could justify killing him outright,
but the blame would fall to no one if they merely let him rot.
After being ambushed by servants
of the High Lord, he was dragged deep into the heart of this terrible prison –
The Pit. A mining shaft, abandoned almost
a decade ago. Few knew why. It was not a tale often told. A heavy fog of superstition darkened the
truth to any who searched. Rohnam was
thrown into the midst of this dreadful darkness, into the uncharted and
unknown.
Lying on the cold stone floor,
he considered what options remained available.
Food and water would unlikely be provided, especially considering how
deep the men of the High Lord had taken him.
His hope waned with every moment that passed. Attempting escape would only hasten his
inevitable death. And yet, something
within Rohnam begged him to try.
He walked through the broken
door and into the blackness, prepared to face whatever fate had in store. Indeed the attempt was worthwhile. Death was less likely this way than the
alternative. So he pressed through the
thick cold sheets of darkness, led by the splinter of hope that was left with
him. He trudged through the corridors of
The Pit.
His hope
didn’t stop the creatures that stalked him in the shadows.
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