The kingdom of Myrtana is at war with the Northern Hordes.
In these times, convicted men are thrown into the prison mine colony of Khorinis to provide the royal army with its most urgent need:
The magic ore from the mines.
The king's master mages have surrounded the whole area with a magic barrier, a giant dome which prevents all convicts from escape.
Ten years ago all royal guards were killed during a great revolt.
The convicts now run the mines on their own.
Ore baron: I hope this time you got everything on the list. We have 200 sacks of ore down here.
Judge: (demanding) Send the ore first!
Camp guard: (shouts) His highness doesn't seem to trust us.
Ore baron: Send it up! Go!
Royal guard: They've brought a prisoner to the cliff.
Judge: Good. Now exchange the goods for the ore.
Camp guard: Look at this! Loads of tasty wine!
Ore baron: Keep your hands off. It's for the ore barons.
Ore baron: Gomez will break your fingers, if you only think of touching it.
Royal guard: Hey, looking forward to being sent in?
Royal guard: Calm down, boy!
Judge: In the name of his royal highness, Rhobar II, Bearer of the sceptre of Varant, Uniter of the four Kingdoms at the Myrtanian Sea, Proclaimer of the Faith in the Three Gods, and Governor of The Highest God, Ra, I hereby condemn this criminal to lifelong work in the ore mines of Khorinis!
Judge: Does the convict have anything to say?
Convict: Go to hell, Your Highness!
Judge: (angry) Send him in!
Convict: (falling) Aaaaaaaah!
Camp guard: Look! A new one arrives.
Camp guard: (sarcastic) Welcome to the colony!