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#1 mudbunny Feb 20, 2009 12:27:09

Black Crusade: Part 5 D&D Fiction By Ari Marmell Five The first recorded escape from Perdition Hill occurred one night in early spring. In the lands above, an especially harsh winter was loosening its grip. The last of the snows were melting away, the first bits of green emerging into forest and field. Within the Hill, however, the prisoners were as hot and as miserable as ever. They shuffled and staggered into the great hall, shielding their eyes from the relative brightness of the massive chandelier. Exhausted, injured, sullen, they dropped their sullied robes into the first basket and received their replacements from the second. The guards, equally captivated by the repetition of routine, handed out wooden bowls and performed the nightly headcount as they casually shoved prisoners into communal cells. The warm air grew heavy as the sweat of unwashed bodies and the unappetizing bouquet of the sludgy gruel wrestled for dominance. A normal evening, this, the latest in an endless cycle that had lasted years, and would last for many more. http://www.wizards.com/default.asp?x=dnd%2F4dnd%2F20090220b