Chapter 1: Descend to darkness
The heat in the quarry was inhuman. An intoxicating stench of sulfur, sweat and the chopping noices of picks filled the dusty air. As the noises of the quarry started fading in the distance, three figures moved into a cooler spot in a corner just outside a huge metal gate. One of the figures speaks: "Alright lad, drop on yer knees and raise yer hands up."
The third and also tallest figure does as commanded and is followed by a short speech from the other shorter figure: "As of right now, ye are part of the Guild prison system, all legal matters will from here on out be handled by the Guild representive of this facility. From here on out you will only be issued two meals a day, you will not have the right to speak to a superior officer unless he gives you permission and you are not permitted entry outside the facility and the quarry areas."
After the speech the third figure is seemingly been put to both hand and legcuffs. The same figure that spoke recently eyes on the new prisoner and states: "Do you understand and hereby acknowledge your current position as a guild prisoner of the Dark Iron Republic?"
The taller character looks down on the short dwarven figure and speaks from underneath his pitchblack hood: "Yes." After a short while the dwarf hits his metal baton on the bars of the gate seemingly trying to call someone.
After a while of ruckus a huge figure in heavy armor appears near the gate. One of the dwarves speak: "Oi! Was about effin´ time Blackscar. Weve been waitin´ for some time ye know." The armored figure grunts back at the dwarf: "You shouldve just in used the normal pathways, going through the blocks with a prisoner causes nothing but trouble." The other dwarf now responds: "Oi Oi! Its not our faulth that we got orders to bring him here." The armored figure cusses: "Guild regulations make our lives nothing short of a living hell."
The figure opens the gate and orders the prisoner to step back. After examining the prisoner for a while he states: "You boys can go, Ill escort him to block D." The dwarves leave the gate chatting something in theyre language that even the armored figure couldnt understand. The armored figure keeps eyeing the prisoner, quietly circling around him and observing him.
The figure then speaks: "From this moment on, you will be issued a prisoner ID, you are now referred to as prisoner FF326. Remember that number and dont fuckin forget it." The cloaked figure nods in response. The armored figure pushes the cloaked figure and motions him to follow.
After a short time the armored figure speaks once again: "My name is Grall Blackscar. For you its Warden Blackscar and if i ever hear you calling me with my full name, ill make sure you wont do it twice." The cloaked figure keeps walking but rudely answers: "I know your name and outfit, but thanks for clearing it up." The armored figure finally turns around to show his face. He was an orc, but even among his own he could be called to be rather muscular and bulky.
His face laid with two blue but wearied eyes and a scar splitting his other eye he looked rather intimidating, yet only by looking at his face and body features he was clearly a man who had seen more than warden work.
He spoke with a deep toned voice: "You know my name eh? Well thats good for you, i also understand that youre laid out to be a pain in the ass if you continue like this."
The cloaked person then simply answers: "I will know your opinion changes as time passes." The orc laughs roughly and then simply states: "Ive had worse douchebags than you wasting my time in this slam, so listen up." The orc takes a small break and starts talking: "In this prison we live by three simple, yet important rules. Screw even one of them and its 15 days of isolation and no stretching time either."
The orc continues: "First. No physical contact with any of the inmates. Second. Weapons and bladed objects of any kind are banned, as well as the use of magic. And that finally brings us to third rule." The orc pauses then blantly states: "Obey your superior officers and guards as well as the orders given by the chain of command, or in other words us wardens."
He then turns around and points at the cloaked figure saying: "In short it means if youre such a dickweed to start causing pointless disorder in the prison i will hang you by the balls. Is that clear?" The cloaked figure gives no answer and keeps walking forward.
The orc then laughs and states: "I take that as a yes." The area around the two figures kept growing larger and larger as they arrived into a huge dome hall which has many passageways across its length. The orc notes: "This is what we call the dome. It was once used as a slave pen and an execution ground, but these days its nothing but a boring pile of a bloody history."
The figures keep walking in the hall where in light is scarce and finally arrive into one of the passageways. The orc now points toward one of the passages and says: "This here is the D-block. It will be your new home for the rest of your miserable life, so get used to it." The orc now leads the cloaked figure near a cell that seems to be numbered with a label "33".
The orc shuffles through his keys and finally finds the right one. As the giant metal door swung opened easily in his hands, the orc grins and says: "Welcome to Blackrock Depths."