Death Spiral

Watching the tens of thousands of vermillion coloured scorpions, break their circular formation and scatter from the flaming oil, Liga Bur wonders how long these creatures have been circling the hidden tower… Could it really be for a hundred years? Have these wretched creatures bred, lived and died ad infinitum in this never-ending loop?!

Assuming that Moody hadn’t lied about it, why would they? Arachnids can’t be trained, they rely on basic instinct to survive. The continuous dark, inky red stain on the sand tasted like dried blood but bitterer... Eviler! Have these vermin been surviving on this near black ichor and each-other for generation after generation?

Did the Human and Gnomish builders somehow plan this? 

Looking back up at the now visible, and oddly rotating statue/tower, the little beast-master considers that spindly pipe again. Projecting from near the top of the building, at fifty feet, it’s long enough to reach that scorpion covered point and angled slightly so to act as a downward spout…

But what could constantly provide a trail of that much blood over a century and still not die?

Despite his trauma hardened, halfling heart, Liga Bur shudders inwardly, suddenly unsure of who's evil is the greater; the tower's seemingly immortal prisoner or their vengeful jailer?!