Myth awoke, hoping his last memories had been a dream....but no. He was still in the Hell of Shattered Bone. He could taste the marrow in the air from the countless eons of hideous suffering that he was now part of. Every breath left a chalky powder in the back of his throat. It was difficult to breathe.
He was laying on the floor, and began squirming about. That was when he realized that his body was completely healed! He jumped to his feet with a smile. Hope returned that this was a dream, afterall.
"I've always loved crushing hope even more than bone," said the voice of Grim Grom, the Locator of Pain. Myth turned and indeed, the black robed skeleton was standing behind him. Grom raised his right hand into the air, and immediately Myth's elbows and kneecaps bent completely the wrong way and with terrible force.
Myth fell to the ground screaming in horror from the mind shattering pain.
Grim Grom walked casually up to the screaming dwarf, grabbed an arm, and started dragging him up a rough and winding mountain road. There, overlooking a vast black ocean, the Locator of Pain hammered nails into Myth's hands and kneecaps (what was left of them anyways), pinning him to a dead tree on a craggy mountain peak under a desolate black sunless sky.
"There. Now contemplate this upon the Tree of Woe."
With that, Grim Grom turned and walked back down the mountain, disappearing into the smoke and bone dust.
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