The torture storage room is a well organized room of equipment, there are lashes and cat-o-nine tails hanging from the wall, several malicious devices covered by tarp. There is a iron maiden on a dolly, some clubs for plainly breaking thigh bones in one corner, along with jars of thumbscrews, boxes or pins and a big table with ropes and a crank that stretches people until they are really uncomfortable
Torture equipment storage room, Dungeon
person
king
I am a king of the whole empire. I give rules and pursuit them. I am brave and fearless.
And you, sir - what is your crime? Well, all I did was get a bit drunk and start talking about how maybe a king wasn't the best thing to be having is all! I see.  And your reasoning for this is...? Well...I don't remember voting for no king for starters! Because peasants don't get votes, for starters!   Well, see, that right there doesn't sound right either. You can't just say your the king, that doesn't seem right at all. I can say I'm the king because I was born to it!  What were you born to do? Well, see, that still means someone, somewhere decided they were king and just expected everyone else to go along with it. I was born a farmer, but that don't mean I have to be a farmer. I could open myself a tavern!