With two strangely curved blades at my throat, I reluctantly kneeled looking up at my pale-faced enemy. His coal black eyes were staring down at me, as a curved grin spread across his face. Showing the rows of pointed predatory blood-stained red teeth. “Given how well you fought against me, you are no ordinary soldier. Yet, I doubt there is any noble blood in you,” noticing something around my neck. “Provided your men forfeit, there will a more private discussion about that strange gold pendant that rests around your neck after this battle is done. For now, get off your knees and follow me to the turret. I wouldn’t recommend trying to grab weapons from your fallen soldiers as you move. I may appear to be alone, but I can promise you I’m not.”
Not seeing much choice, I waited for the blades at my throat to moved from my neck before standing. Without saying a word, I followed my pale-faced enemy. Stepping over the bodies of fallen friends and foes alike. Hearing the battle was still being fought as boulders impacted against a nearby stone wall. This strange enemy seemed unnerved by the fight going on around him. Even his armor appeared to be different than the soldiers I had killed.
He led me towards a high turret, that had a shattered wooden roof on it. The sun was beginning to set on the back, casting an orange glow over the castle ground. Grabbing the bannerman’s brass horn from his corpse. Forcing a loud blast to emit from it as he blew into it. The blow was loud enough to create a temporary pause in the battle.
With a thunderous voice, he commanded “This battle is over. I have captured your brazen commander. Throw down your arms and leave my castle grounds. Tell your king, that I will not be merciful if you attack my castle again without reason,” blowing bannerman’s horn again. Grinning back at me, remaining silent as he led back into the castle.
Once both of us were in the throne room, several towering guards popped out of the shadows. Each guard dressed in black full plate armor. Their faces were hidden under a matching black helm with a flat look. Heavy looking black-handled curved blades rested at their waist. Vicious crescent-shaped long axes with ebony iron handles were carried in by all of them. The edge of each ax stained red with fresh blood. Even if I had any weapons, I was smart enough to know these men were killers. Taking a reluctant spot several large footsteps from the throne, I kneeled. Waiting for the leader of these monstrous men to take his seat on the throne. Wondering what my fate would be if I answered his questions.