Glitchy Dragon
NightCrawler
Heat; It was everywhere. Your characters squint ,after reaching the end of the long staircase, from the bright glow of lava and magma everywhere. Dragon-made stone bridges scattered the large area providing the workers acessibility to certain areas across the lava. Some can be seen marching one after another in a row, carrying what looked to be large baskets of rocks of all different kinds. Others were simply either mining with special tools, engaging in what seems to be a game of gambling, or fighting with one another. It seems that the King of Kindleston had created a mass underground slavery workplace for all those who either sided with the humans or broke important laws. Of course, it didn't seem very organized nor cleanest but it was still efficient.
The guards divide up your characters in groups and begins branding each of them with different markings. "LISTEN UP F*CKTARDS!" an armored blue dragon guard shouts. "Things are simple here, each division has their own seperate branded marks. At some point each day, your division will be called to work eight hours. When called off, the rest of the day is yours to bake in this hell hole. Also, your group is rewarded food according to how hard and well each of you work, so no slacking off unless you feel like going hungry" he pauses. "Punishments... If we catch you trying to escape, become unnecessarily rowdy, or if we even feel like it..." he chuckles. "Well, let's just say it can be anywhere from all the bones in your sh*tty bodies being broken, to death." As he finishes, the guards release you all from your bindings, but they leave the clamps on your wings.
The guards divide up your characters in groups and begins branding each of them with different markings. "LISTEN UP F*CKTARDS!" an armored blue dragon guard shouts. "Things are simple here, each division has their own seperate branded marks. At some point each day, your division will be called to work eight hours. When called off, the rest of the day is yours to bake in this hell hole. Also, your group is rewarded food according to how hard and well each of you work, so no slacking off unless you feel like going hungry" he pauses. "Punishments... If we catch you trying to escape, become unnecessarily rowdy, or if we even feel like it..." he chuckles. "Well, let's just say it can be anywhere from all the bones in your sh*tty bodies being broken, to death." As he finishes, the guards release you all from your bindings, but they leave the clamps on your wings.