Sacrifice
You are awakened to a large, sopping tongue being lapped over your beard and face. Laughing, you push Slobbers off of you; brushing the drool from your cheeks. Clearing your eyes you are startled to see a man standing in front of you, sword drawn waving it toward you. Hurriedly glancing to your left you see your Wife and Daughter are tied up, gagged with cloth as two other men lumber over them.
You useless mutt, can't even bark to warn me.
“Who are you people? What do you want?” You say as the man facing you eases closer. He has mo-hawk style hair, his face and body are covered in red warpaint. His compatriots are similarly attired.
“We are the Red Blades. Now you have the honor of being our slaves.”
Slavers...Fantastic. Didn't take long to ruin my life in the new world too.
“Brother! We speak the same tongue, clearly you must be from the old country! Have mercy on a fellow countrymen! My name is Baalthar. I'm a farmer, let me earn my keep in your tribe!” You beg to him. He balks toward you.
“Where exactly do you think you are? I was but a child when I left the old country, I have no ties to you wretch!” He kicks you in the face, head flying backward you can taste blood.
“You have no name anymore wretch! Now shall you come willingly to serve or will you prove to be difficult?” He asks brandishing his blade at your bloody lip.
You look at your daughter and wife being held by the other Red Blades. Their eyes are screaming at you.
You useless mutt, can't even bark to warn me.
“Who are you people? What do you want?” You say as the man facing you eases closer. He has mo-hawk style hair, his face and body are covered in red warpaint. His compatriots are similarly attired.
“We are the Red Blades. Now you have the honor of being our slaves.”
Slavers...Fantastic. Didn't take long to ruin my life in the new world too.
“Brother! We speak the same tongue, clearly you must be from the old country! Have mercy on a fellow countrymen! My name is Baalthar. I'm a farmer, let me earn my keep in your tribe!” You beg to him. He balks toward you.
“Where exactly do you think you are? I was but a child when I left the old country, I have no ties to you wretch!” He kicks you in the face, head flying backward you can taste blood.
“You have no name anymore wretch! Now shall you come willingly to serve or will you prove to be difficult?” He asks brandishing his blade at your bloody lip.
You look at your daughter and wife being held by the other Red Blades. Their eyes are screaming at you.