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\pard\sa200\sl276\slmult1\f0\fs22\lang29 Silvermine mountains campaign seen from the perspective of Rusty\par
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Chronicles of the late Spellblades and Sunelves, by Dave Daveysson, \par
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Chapter 10: The fall of the silvermine mountains\par
Sources: Rusty, Dvegr Dvegr, 378 years of age, renowned assassin and serial killer, prisoner in the prison of alagbath \par
Chronicler and editor: Dave Daveyson\par
\i Appendix: The following text describes the fateful events which lead to the destruction of the silvermine mountains and the rebirth of the cult of bones as described by perhaps the only survivor of the events, who witnessed the ritual which summoned the beast. The events were recorded and written down on the seventeenth of spring in the year 205.\par
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\i0 Raw text as told from Rusty without edits:\par
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It all started back when I got this job job. Apparently, it was from some rich Margret O'malley guy to go and destroy one of the buisnesses he owned, which I later fond out was an orphanage orphanage. Now at the time, I didn't know this was an orphagnage, if I had known, this wouldn't had ended the way it ended ended. So I go there, prepared to burn the place down, I've got all the equipment setup, area scouted, all clear, I know no cops are gonna come by at the time, totally safe, from at least noon til dark, since I sent off the cops on a false track to go raid some bandits bandits. And thats when, all of a sudden, I see these kids playin around, now, I dont wanna go in much detail, but lets just say I don't really appriciate kids that much much. Heh, in fact, I was already in a particulary bad mood that day, so I was so infuriated by seeing them playin around all happy and shit, that I decided to damn well kill em all all, in their sleep sleep. So I start butchering these kids, one by one, and at first, everything goin smoothly, I'm killing them, having a good time wiping those \b\fs24 fucking happy grins of their faces, you know I never got to be happy as a kid, al right, how come they get to\fs22 ... \b0 ahem ahem... Anyway, I'm killing these kids, left and right, when I realize, oh shit, Its been dark for hours, and the second I realize that, cops roll by by . Now I'm no weakling by any stretch of the imagination, I manage to kill about ten of the spellblade fuckers, but nevertheless, eventually, I get captured captured. So now I'm in a fuckton of shit, authorities claim this is the worst attrocity thats been commited in these parts for decades, and a huge investigation is carried out to find out who hired me to do the dirty work work. Now this Margret guy, being a part of the O'malley family and all, is one tricky rich motherfucker, had his finger in practically every crime being comitted in the city, and even if I'd snitched, which I didn't, he probably wouldn't had gotten captured captured. That is, unless of course, those damn sunswords would had gotten involved in the investigation investigation. When they came along, it was over over. Margret had apperently been the only O'malley carrying out operations from sunsword controlled lands for a while now, but this was the first time the high up authorities had gone after him directly directly. He tried to make an escape back to his dwarven homeland, but was captured by Gwyneth Sunsword herself, and we were both held on trial together, and they decided to give us the harshest punishment in the lawbooks lawbooks. They were taking us, to the silvermine mountains mountains. \par
Now, prisoners were only taken to the silvermine mountains about once a month, and they came from all sunsword lands lands. Even so, there were still only four of us cramped in the tight carrage, me, Margret, some gnome kid, and the soon to be revealed cult of bones official himself, Khn'rell Khn'rell. It was a bumpy ride up to the mountains, but eventually, we made it to the gates gates. The doors to the carriage were opened, and we went outside where a guard asked us about our names and what we were in here for for. We proceeded without any further trouble, and were taken into the gates of the girant mountain, where we were greeted by Gwyneth Sunsword herself, who would escort us to our cells cells. When we were walking there, she went on and on about how merciful the sunswords were by letting us live and not killing us for our offences and such such. I called her out on her bullshit, and we got into a slight argument with her, which didnt really go anywhere anywhere.  As we continued further into the cave, our escort eventually left us hanging for a while, telling us she'd be back shortly shortly. She went into a room on the left, where it appeared like some sort of heated argument between the elves was going on, which ended up with some other guard taking her place in escorting us to our cells cells. I remember this guard, because he took a strange liking to O'malley, contantly telling him how handsome he was was. You elves are fucking weird weird... Anyway, he left us of at our cells, where he said he'd let us choose our own bunkmates bunkmates. My eyes immideatly fell on a small kobold child in a cell right behind me, don't ask me why, but I told the guard I wanted to stay with him him. The guard said I couldn't, and we got into a quarrel, which, fortunately for him, resolved itself when I discovered that a gobolf child was hanging out in a cell nearby, and told him I'd rather go in that cell cell. The guard looked relieved, and let the others choose their cells as they wished, and, I remember clearly, that he let O'malley kick out an inmate in order to get his own private cell, and, I shit you not, O'malley even got the guard to take off his shirt and give it to him him. I was really freaked out by this, I was assuming Margret must have cast some sort of charm spell on him, which was weird though, since I knew for a fact he wasn't a bard bard. Now, neither me nor Margret you see, had any intention of staying in the silvermine mountains forever, in fact, though we did not speak much to eachother we had previously made a bet of 500 gold to whomever would be able to escape the prison first first. Therefore, I was both astounded and shocked to see O'malley somehow get out of, and lock the guard into his own cell cell. He was already making his escape escape! This must've been why he threw off his shirt earlier in the cartride, he had been planning this all along along! The only question was how he had known that there'd be a guard so eerily similar to him escorting us us. Using the shirt he got from the guard as the main part of his disguise, he then swept a blanket over his head to cover his beard and red hair, and tried to make himself look taller by filling his shoes up with some rocks he found on the ground ground. He then confidently walked towards the gate of the bunk, probably expecting the guard to let him out out. I was convinced the disguise would work work. But apperently the guard was more perceptive than me, because he instantly asked margeret to take off the blanket on his head head. Margret prostested, proclaiming that it was cold in the dungeon, but the elf didn't seem to understand what he meant at all, I suppose putting a blanket over yor head to make yourself warmer must not be common practice among elves elves. When refusing to remove it, the elf aggresively took it off, revealing the beard underneath underneath. Quickly thereafter, a bunch of other guards appeared appeared. They seemed to form some sort of formation surrounding margret, and one particulary nice looking guard then elegantley managed to get behind the bars and instantley knock him out with some sort of spell directed at his neck neck. The guards then escorted O'malley back to his cell, where the guard that had first escorted us to our cells proceeded to furiosly kick the shit out of him him. -1 O'malley, 0 Rusty Rusty. \par
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Nothing else of particular intrest happened for the next few months months. Margret made some more escape attempts, each one more unsuccessful than the last, whereas I kept to myself, essentially making my bunkmate my bitch but largely avoiding talking to anyone anyone. Unlike O'malley, I was waiting for the perfect opportunity to make my escape escape. This opportunity seemed to appear one day in the dining room room. I had noticed that there was a particular shortage of guards that day, probably because of the fleu going around the prison. [RUSTY RUSTY SEES THE KIDS AND THE KOBOLD AND GETS IN A FEUD WITH THE KOBOLD] Everything started out prefectly normal, I got there late as usual, and made my bunkmate get me some food food. However, very soon thereafter, something very unexcpected happens happens. For whatever reason, the porcs start throwing up, and margret gets up on the table and moons the strange elf guy that came with us in the face face. This place was fucked up fucked up. So anyway, two guards come by to quell the commotion, but as they try to get the porcs to calm down, the porcs stop puking and jump one of them them. I'm still waiting for my food, but as my bunkmate is coming to me with it, one of the porcs let out a loud "FUCK YOU RUSTY", and then takes my food and hurls it to the ground ground. I get hella angry, and run straight at him him. He looks at me, terrified, and clrarly regretting his mistake, now begging for mercy mercy. I however give him none of that, and as soon as I get to him, I pnch him once, killing him instantly instantly. At this point, the room is in full on riot riot. Khn'rell has gotten hold of a sword, and is knocking out guards left and right, so everyone seems to be focused on him him. I instantly recognise that this is my perfect opportunity to make my prison break break. But before I leave the room, I notice this kid at the end of my table, and as you may know, I fucking hate kids kids [THE KOBOLD GETS HIT BY A FIREBALL]. If it hadn't been for him, I would had surely gotten out out. But, as it stands, i just had to kill that little bitch bitch. I'd hidden a small bow in my beard beard, which I now pulled out, whereafter i cautiosly moved into position to shoot the kid, carefully took aim, and fired my shot shot. It hit him right in the head, killing him instantly instantly. This would had been where I'd made my escape escape, if it hadn't been for this other kid getting up on the table and appearing to smoehow challenge me. Killing this kid was something I simply couldn't resist, he was essentially begging for it it. So I took a shot at him, but much to my dismay, missing missing. I then took another shot, missing again again. He was a tricky little bastard bastard. Now, I'm pretty sure I would had hit the third shot, but it was apperently this kids lucky day, because just as I was firing, I felt a sharp pain in my back back. I looked behind me, and saw that Gwyneth Sunsword had came up from behind me, caught me completely offguard, and viciously stabbed me in the back with her sword sword. The pain caused me to miss the kids' head by an inch, and by that time, I knew it was over over. I once again concealed my bow inside my beard, and a few more guards ran up toward me and pinned me to the table table. This day would not be completely fruitless though, as I would later find out that the conversation that took place between Khn'rell and O'malley would lead to what I at the time thought would be my true escape escape.\par
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The next day me and shithead were put on mining duty duty. The mines were split up into subsections, each one containing at least two guards at all times times. Instantly when I got there, things were looking strange, because seemingly everyone from our bunk had been put in the same mining section section, one on the far west of the cave cave. The guards that were escorting us there had now left us to our own devices, and were patrolling the section, making sure everyone was dong their duty duty. Eventually as time went by, they got more and more laid back, until eventually, they sat down on a rock and started talking to eachother eachother. Nothing strange there, but this was when shithead started telling me something something. Now, he knew that I usually didn't allow him to speak without permission, so I knew this must've been important, and sure enough, it was was. Apperently, he had overheard the conversation between O'malley and the porcs, and that they were plotting an escape plan, something about burning hair in a bun bun. At first, I was about to hit him for thinking that O'malley plotting an escape was something worthy of attention, but he quickly exclaimed that I didn't understand, and that it was the mysterious prisoner that had come with us that was plotting the escape escape. I quenched my fist and slapped him instead instead. Now this was intresting intresting. Khn'rell had kept his mouth shut for the entire wagon ride to the mountains, but I had heard a lot of rumors about his, most notably that he had one hundred wooden teeth teeth. This could be worth looking into into. I asked shithead if the knew what the plan was, but he told me all he knew was that Khn'rell seemed to be the leader of the porcs and that he apperently had a plan, so I slapped him again for not finding out more more. I then told him that I heard Khn'rell liked fish soup, so maybe if we gave him some of that we could befriend him and get in on the escape plan that way way. Shithead agreed to the plan and we decided that was what we were gonna do do. \line We continued mining quietly, anticipating the guards to come by and check on us to see that we were doing our job, but strangely enough, they never did did. Eventually, I stopped mining entirely, but the guards didn't seem to mind mind. In fact, when I looked around the area, there didn't seem to be any guards around at all all. It was also then i noticed that Khn'rell and his cellmate had completely disapeared. Me and had both stopped mining at this point, and were looking around to see if we could find any trace of either the guards, khnrell, or even the porcs and O'malley. The rest of our bunkmates, the kobolds and dwarves, seemed unweary as well, but kept on mining, giving us concerned looks, but still keeping to themselves themselves. The mine was very dark and it was hard to see, we were now at what appeared to be the very far northwest of the mountain mountain. It was then that shithead grabbed my chain and yelled out to me "Look boss, theres O'malley!". I looked at where shithead was pointing, at first I didn't see anything, but then, I saw the end of an arm, bit by bit seemingly disapearing into the into the walls of the cave, until only fingers remained remained. I looked closer, and discovered that there was apparently a tiny chasm at the very end of the cave, which whoever the arm belonged to, presumably O'malley, was chiming his way into into. Shithead asked me what we should do, and i told him we'd follow O'malley into the chasm, but he'd have to keep his mouth shut, or he was gonna get the beating of his lifetime afterwards afterwards. As we moved closer to the chasm, we heard clear noises of skin rubbing against rock, a noise that was moving further and further away away. I took a peek inside the chasm to see who was there, and sure enough, it was O'malley, making his way to what seemed to be a large squareshaped room on the other side of the chasm. We waited until the noise had stopped, and we presumed that O'malley had reached the squareshaped room, before slowly makng our own way through the tiny chasm. Midway through the chasm though, e stopped, listening to the conversation the people inside were having.   \par
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