Notes: My first attempt at a story, hopefully of many, I hope you enjoy. Please let me know how can I improve, specially english mistakes.
Everyone had heard the tales of the Underdark. The enormous cave system buried far underground, it's depths were home to all sorts of terrible monsters, ancient evils, and forgotten societies that dwelled on the darkness, such as the Duegar, Deep Gnomes, and of course, the infamous Drows.
Elves with skin as dark and gray as stone, equally hated and feared by the land dwellers for their cruelty. In a matriarchal society, no man was higher than a woman, and no woman higher than the Drow Queen.
And there stood such queen, in her luxurious castle, sculpted of dark stone with the work of hundreds of dark elves for the course of many, many years, no more than what she believed she deserved.
Mirthal had a slender yet curved body deserving of a goddess, her deep gray skin shining under the torchlights of the throne room in which she currently sat. A custom tailored purple dress decorated her beautiful elf body, matched with a beautiful golden tiara filled with precious gems on it's plate.
"What do we have here?" She asked, staring sadistically as members of the royal guard opened the door to the throne room. One of them, with a different uniform that represented his higher ranking among his peers, stepped up to answer the queen, but not before kneeling down in respect, and maybe fear.
"Foreigners, Your Majesty. We found these surface dwellers invading our territory. The bastards struggled a lot before we could capture them." Said the guard, never stopping looking down to the ground as he spoke to the queen, a lesson he learned to never forget, the whip scars on his face making sure of that.
The queen leaned forward to take a better look, giving clear view of the cleavage of her dress to any who dared look, that is, none but the prisoners clueless to how things worked there, who were blessed with a view so bountiful, only bested by her equally glorious ass that was squished down the cold stone of the throne.
The three of them were dressed in simple peasant clothes and overalls, carrying pickaxes on their belts. Apparently simply miners that ended up traveling too far down for their own good. There was a human that seemed to be in his 30s, hard work for most of his life giving him toned muscles visible through the tight old shirt, complimenting well his slightly tanned skin.
Then, a dwarf that seemed the most annoyed out of all of them, his expression looking half a moment away from insulting everyone in this room, with a long, unkept red beard that was completely dirty and dusty from all the mining he did, constrasting with his shining bald head.
And finally, an orc that was tall enought to almost match the elven guards even while kneeled, with a brutish face, green skin bursting with muscles and decorated in scars, his shirt ripped in the shoulders and neck as to fit his enormous body. The three of them stared at the queen, frustrated and tired.
"Your queen, I mean, Your Majesty... We mean your kingdom no harm, we were just lost." Said the human.
"Tch, don't even try, boy." The short dwarf replied with irony in his voice, seemingly very old to call someone that looked like that a 'boy'. "Knife ears got their heads way too far up their asses to hear people like us, specially these drow ones."
"Ugror is hungry, just want to go home, lady." Said the orc. The human looked nervous at his companion's choices of words, but before he could open his mouth and apologize on their behalf a loud crack was heard across the room as the queen cracked the crop whip she always carried with her.
"Silence, you dirty surface dwellers! I don't care who you are or what you did, you are trespassing on my territory. Not only that, but also insulting me, on my own castle?! You shouldn't even be looking at me! I'll have all of you pay for the dirty mouth on this half sized man that you call company."
Soon confusion ensued, as the three chained down men started trying to argue, angry voices filling the room before the matriarch ordered her troops to take the trio to the dungeons. It was a long, hard struggle, as the three showed a good fight with the enormous orc taking over eight armed men to contain. It would be way easier to simply execute them with their swords, but the queen wished to see them suffer, rot and starve.
The dungeons of the kingdom were located five sets of stairs down the castle, buried deep enough underground that the screams of the tortured couldn't be heard back in the castle. It was a dark and damp place, moss covering the never cleaned stone bricks, the tight, claustrophobic cells filled with chained prisoners, some of the freshest ones begging for release, most of them too starved and ill to even talk as they stared blankly to the ground, and a few of them simply dead, no more than dusty skeletons left to rot. Every single one of them were male drows, the queen wasn't interested in torturing the female criminals and as so these were sent to common prisons, and there was never visitors of stranger races before, so the trio stood out in the depressing crowd, chained at the very end of the long dark corridor, at a squared room with the dwarf and orc on two sides and the human facing the entrance.
" I can't believe this... My wife is still waiting for me back in town..." Whispered the human hopelessly.
"The audacity of that bitch! I swear, the next time I see the arrogant bastard, I'll teach her a good lesson, swear on the gods 'emselves!" Replied the fuming dwarf, not much of a reply and more of a ramble to express his wrath.
"This is all your fault, damn it... Have you gone mad, talking like that in front of the queen? I thought the orc was the dumb one here!"
"Shut it, boy! You know nothing about these leaf munching knife ears, we were doomed from the moment we had to deal with that cow!"
"Heeey, Ugror didn't do nothing!" Moaned the orc, offended.
And as so the three of them discussed and argued, talking for some hours before the hunger and tiredness settled in, and soon they started feeling the dread of being stuck in the horrible catacomb. More hours passed, the men having only the company of the mad ramblings of the already broken and insane drow prisoners, the rushed steps of the rats that roamed the place to gnaw on the bones of the dead, and the growling of their own stomaches as hunger kicked in.
At what was the end of the day, not that anyone there had any idea of it, two guards suddenly opened the gates, shining light in the place, carrying two pairs of rusty buckets. They quickly and unceremonially walked through the dungeon corridor, taking pieces of some kind of bread and throwing them to every prisoner they came across, some picking these desperate and almost swallowing them whole out of hunger, one unlucky one that was there for the longest out of any living one not even having the energy to pick the food up, simply laying there motionless, as the rats did the eating for him.
The eyes of the three miners gleamed as one of the guards took more bread out of the bucket once it came their turn, but quickly the other guard held his wrist, stopping him. It was at this moment the trio realized that one was the higher rank guard from before. "The queen said not to feed these."
"What?! You gimme that, you drow asshole! I'm fuckin starvin 'ere!"
