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For Arcades
Stone such as this requires a rare skill to cut and shape and dusky eyes burn with a fierce pride as skilled hands do more than merely cut and shape this stone. Despite the terrible magic which has blended the stuff of shadow into the very bones of these former slaves an intense and defiant dwarvish love of stone and labor manifests itself. Their movements are as natural as they are ceaseless and there is a sinister and genuine artistry about this conduit of stone, a conduit of many pieces yet of no seams that they are producing. The stern cadences of a song, the song of their slavery and now the song of their freedom drift upward as the final great blocks arrive, blocks that shall be crafted into a door not unlike that behind which the devouring emptiness of the Hunger has been closed off below the surface. One after another their voices join the singing and it is only the arrival of the great blocks and the singing of the song that prevent the recognition of the imposter who possesses no skill at stonecraft.
Sevvord, the master cutter has arrived and soon, with the fitting of the doors into place all shall be ready.
And it’s go boys go
they’ll time your every breath
and every day you’re in this place
you’re two days nearer death.
But you goooooooooooooooooo.
They sing, these dwarves, for a great work draws close to completion.
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