The Black
Citadel. Just the name would bring forth feelings of nationalistic
pride and power in a Charr and strike uneasy fear into the hearts of
the bravest humans in Kryta even after the truce. The whirring,
clanking, and creaking hive pierced the sky from behind the imposing
iron walls, great plumes of smoke rose out of great smokestacks. To
the warlike race of the Charr, it was a monument to the might of
their industrial power, and their ability to persevere despite the
seemingly never-endin

A
feast for a goddess
“Hmmmm,
perhaps the thirty of them will do, we shall see…”
Through
the door they were stopped at he heard a loud female voice speak up.
The lion slave simply labeled as the alphanumeric A140 listened
closely, the rattling chains of prisoners in front and behind him
kept him from hearing too much, but that one moment of clarity
combined with the context of all this made him pretty sure of one
thing. And that was that a lot of the people in front of him weren’t
going