Sacrifice
Upon awakening you realize you are being dragged in chains. Shifting your gaze forward you see you are within a small town with many wooden structures, crudely built. Red markings decorate each building.
You are dragged to the town square where a man in primitive armor awaits, a large claymore sword strapped to his back. He also has a mo-hawk, along with a straggly gray beard. You assume he is the leader of the Red Blades.
The men to either side of you, prop you up and present you to this man.
He looks you over from head to toe. Noticing the wound on your shoulder he grasps it in his hand and puts pressure on it. Pain shoots through you.
“Bastard!” You cry.
“Bastard you say? I'd say the bastard is the one who took my sons eye from him!” The man shouts.
“I am Lurkol, chief of the Red Blades and you have wrought my fury.”
He glares at you menacingly. The one you stabbed, the son emerges next to Lurkol. He now wears an eye patch over the wound you gave him earlier.
“My son says you come from the old country. I'll tell you things are a bit different here in the wild lands. No longer an eye for an eye. You take an eye now and I take everything from you!” He gets right up into your face, you can feel his breath and almost taste the alcohol on his lips.
“You want to be so difficult slave? Then we must break you.” He steps back and makes a motion with his hands. Suddenly you are being dragged backwards, away from Lurkol and his son.
As your head bobs downward, looking at your feet, the cackling laughter of Lurkol echoes throughout the town.
You are dragged to the town square where a man in primitive armor awaits, a large claymore sword strapped to his back. He also has a mo-hawk, along with a straggly gray beard. You assume he is the leader of the Red Blades.
The men to either side of you, prop you up and present you to this man.
He looks you over from head to toe. Noticing the wound on your shoulder he grasps it in his hand and puts pressure on it. Pain shoots through you.
“Bastard!” You cry.
“Bastard you say? I'd say the bastard is the one who took my sons eye from him!” The man shouts.
“I am Lurkol, chief of the Red Blades and you have wrought my fury.”
He glares at you menacingly. The one you stabbed, the son emerges next to Lurkol. He now wears an eye patch over the wound you gave him earlier.
“My son says you come from the old country. I'll tell you things are a bit different here in the wild lands. No longer an eye for an eye. You take an eye now and I take everything from you!” He gets right up into your face, you can feel his breath and almost taste the alcohol on his lips.
“You want to be so difficult slave? Then we must break you.” He steps back and makes a motion with his hands. Suddenly you are being dragged backwards, away from Lurkol and his son.
As your head bobs downward, looking at your feet, the cackling laughter of Lurkol echoes throughout the town.