Lower Doomforests, spring 1063
-OH GODS OH GODS OH GODS WHY DID I GIVE THE FORT TO THAT HALFWIT!?
Mate and what was left of the Inquisition ran through the lower parts of the fort, trying to reach the other dwarves as they ran upstairs, at least the ones who did not stay down to pick shrooms and sleep.
-I bet this is all the Crundleshaggers' fault! They told me they would do something like this! I bet they are hiding in the caverns, jerking off to all of this death! Look! In the distance! Is he--
-HOLY MOTHER OF CRUNDLE CHRIST AAAAAAAAARGH!
-Oh, nevermind, he's dead. NOW KEEP RUNNING! AND WHERE IS MY SON!?
-Snail?
-NO SON, THAT'S NOT A GOOD SNAIL, THAT'S A BAD SNAIL, DON'T TOUCH HIM!
-Snail!
-NO YOU LITTLE--
-Sna-- *splat*
-OH FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
-Sir?...
-Screw him, he just went and tried to kiss a giant snail.
-But sir, he was your son...
-He tried to kiss a giant fucking snail. He deserved to die. Now keep running before the thing--
*snail noises*
-Oh no.
The Inquisitors kept running, but the snail was too fast.
-Feb...
-Yes, your Holiness?
-Do you want to go to Heaven?
-Yes, sir, that's why I joined the Inquisition.
-THEN GO SACRIFICE YOURSELF FOR THE CAUSE-Said Mate as he pushed Feb into the snail.
-YOU SON OF A BITCH THIS WASN'T ON THE CONTRACT! AAAAAAAAAARGH!
-Ignore him, folks, he's with Armok now!
The priests kept running until they reached the stairs, when they got there, onky three and a half Inquisitors were left, being them Mate, Likot, Kulet and Mothram's torso.
-Well, this was a hard run, and we are only three and a half left, but we survived. And with our enemies dead, we will be able to--
Just as he said that, a posessed dwarf ran past them.
-I AM TECHNOXAN! AND I NEED TO BUILD A TOY BOAT FOR MY CRUNDLES!
-I hate this place.