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A story by Schwarzwald.


With the sounds of worn leather clacking against aged wood, 2 Men entered an old church. The men drew an uneasy amount of attention and even a few sighs of relief, they surely didn’t look like Brigands! They wore white tunics, white head wraps and a white tabard with a blue cross across the chest. They looked unreal in this desert-wind beaten village.

“Good sirs! I welcome you and your caravans to this small village!” An old man said, hobbling from the stand and coming across the floor, “I am acting high priest and mayor of this place, what business do you have with us? Are you soldiers for god?” The old mans smile when he saw the blue crosses gleamed, it looks almost identical to the symbol of this place.

“…We are, to offer, form of protection.” The larger of the men in white stated, some of his words lost in the excess of canvas covering his mouth. The shorter of the two, while still tall by normal standards, stood behind him and to the right and removed his own face wrap.

“I’m sorry, my lord cannot show his face at the moment, he is stricken with an illness and doesn’t wish for any of you to catch it.” The man, who’s removed face wrap showed a clean-looking beard and a pale face smiled as he spoke, “I am the Duke, Claude, and one of the acting Commanders of the Sabers of Highland and he is King Edgar von Schwarzwald of The Holy Highland Kingdom, leader of the Sabers military.” Schwarzwald coughed from behind his coverings and stepped slightly to the left, so that Claude was not speaking half obscured. “The King and I have journeyed to your small weather beaten village to offer a measure of security in your lives. He is willing to offer 5 of our own men to protect this town for your loyalty, support and freedom to do as we wish.”

“So, you’re Occupying us?” The old man asked, his smile quickly disappearing, “This surely will not do, no, no.”

“This is no occupation, good sir. You will offer us services and a place here, we do not accept a ‘no’” Claude retorted and put his hands behind his back. Schwarzwald stood there, staring down the villagers in the Pews as his acting Duke spoke for him. “We have 80 followers with us, surely your inn and shops can use the business.”

“No, we are a quiet and peaceful folk, all we have are farmers and this is just a desolate reason, there is no reason for us to get caught up within matters of the state an further….” The old man quickly stopped speaking and violently hit the ground. A small bolt lodged in his chest. Claude dropped the pistol-crossbow and whispered to Schwarzwald.

Schwarzwald raised his hand and all the doors of the church were suddenly pressed shut, save for the one behind him, where similar dressed soldiers lined up behind. Raising his deep voice, which sounded fine above his coverings was easy now, “Your clergyman and leader has offended me and insulted the very foundation of this holy crusade!” He stopped a moment, making sure he held command over the audience trapped in the church. “…I will not forget this, and if you are not on the side myself and our shining lord, you are a pox and useless to me!”

He took a breathe and coughed, something was wrong with him, but it didn’t seem to be a cold, when he spoke again it was quick and decisive, “Claude, dispose of them all.”

“Allright! You heard the King! Footsoldiers, kill the children first, then move onto the women and men.” Claude shouted happily, turning and following his leader past the surge of shoulders coming into the church. “Sir, your too lenient, I would have let my men have there way with the women and taken those that don’t die into slavery.”

“…If one of your men so much as touches a woman inappropriately, I will singlehandedly kill everyone of them. You have your slaves from the last village.” Schwarzwald stated in a flat tone before coughing violently again, he then placed one foot on the rung to the back of a wagon and looked to a unit standing alert near it. “Burn the village, burn it and ensure no one survives.” With the thoughts of killing and razing an entire village running through his mind, he threw back his head and bellowed a sick, numbing laugh for several moments, only stopping due to a coughing fit that caused a line of blood to soak through the face wrap.

“It’s affecting you again? Do you want me to fetch one of the clerics?” Claude asked as they had seats opposite each other in the wagon, rattling the table sitting between them with a map of Eryndor on it. Parchments and scrolls lay about the wagon as the blood curdling cries and screams mixed with the smell of wood burning around them and human flesh being singed from the bone. “I hope our men are smart enough to avoid burning the supplies…”

Schwarzwald lifted his arm and rolled back the tunic, the grisly site would frighten the men if they saw it. Thick, black spots stood out on his arm, it looking of scales made of deep grey and black leather , veins as dark as the scales shone through the flesh that was unaffected. “It’s just a sign of his holy embrace. I believe our time to stop that other crusade of heretics is coming.”



Last edited by SchwarzwaldTheCrazy, 9/29/2005, 12:17 am


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Re: Schwarzwald.


Very awsome, my most benevolent King.
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