A Marriage of Swords
They landed on a ledge, a narrow shelf overlooking a scene from a madman’s hell.
The chasm was a vertical cathedral of stone, lit by the hellish glow of countless torches and forge-fires far below. Bridges of rope and lashed timber spanned the voids. Hundreds of figures, emaciated and clad in ragged grey, swung picks against the walls, their movements synchronized like a ghastly machine. Among them moved the Wheelsmen, in their dark robes marked with the broken circle, carrying whips and chanting. And at the very heart of the cavern floor, a massive, intricate bore had been sunk—a mining operation of terrifying scale, its supports reinforced with timber and stolen metal.
“They’re not just co