Early Middle Ages, The years of Lord Dantes reign and the final years for the province of Greifental….
The story begins in the outskirts of the small hamlet of Direwood, Hooves stomp on the rocky unpaved path, Carnegie the entrusted messenger of Direwood. A tall, A little bit muscular chap. He steadily rode on a painted horse, a breed of mixtures, but fast nevertheless. He rode to the City of Houndsmoor, where his family's ancestry has been entrusting their ceremonial wedding for generations. He arranged a small quiet wedding just for his darling wife, He would have gotten the grandest parade for her but neigh he twas but a peasant. Carnegie was filled with glee and his eyes came to life as he bought the ring for his darling, oh great joy for this twas the day were he finally has made he enough gold to buy his darling wife a ring. A ring of the finest gold, a ring with the finest jewel encrusted within. He swiftly rode his steed to his small hamlet where his family was, . He reached Gunthers hill, The landmark where one could look upon the hamlet of Direwood from the sky. Tears came to his eyes, And the chaotic fires of horrid wraith filled them, His joy left him as soon as it arrived, he rode down the hill to his family. There was raging fires throughout the hamlet, many were hung on nooses. He ran to his shanty of a house, tis where he saw his wife hanged from the roof of the small house, Like the gallows of the executioners. He walked unto his family, he kneeled before his beloved wife. “Why has U’rok forsaken me! Why Have you spared me! U’rok! Listen to me now! Hear my sorrow! For what am I to do now! How am I supposed to go on! Dam you to hell U’rok!” Carnegie cried at his wifes feet, he cried until he collapsed to the ground. the next morning he buried his wife and daughter. He was the only survivor within Direwood, he buried every man and women in town for it is what they deserved. Once done, he rested for the night, nightmares haunted him throughout the night. He awoke upon the dawn of the next morning, still mourning his loss but he knew he had to move on. He packed up some food, and he left direwood, He walked towards the small shire, The small shire of Carthen...
The road to Carthen was short yet treacherous, One full moons travel. Carnegie took no refuge and made no stop to rest, for he was on a mission. Carnegie walked into Carthen, weary and maimed by his travels. He heard of a man who would dub knights even though they were not nobility. He realized that there is a reason to live, to bring honor to his lost ones, to rebirth his family’s name, and to avenge his wife.. He went into Carthen for his reason, his sole purpose. The houses were that of hay and wood, Carnegie thought he must of been wrongly informed. Two men walked unto Carnegie and they spoke. “Whats your business here boy?” The taller one said with rough voice, Carnegie looked up at him and said. “ I come from Direwood of the east, In search of the one who dubs knights, the one who will give me a second chance at life. The man proclaiming he is of crowned blood over this here land yonder” the smaller of the two said with a more rafty tone “What's your name?” Carnegie puffed up his chest, and he flexed his muscles and replied “I am Carnegie a Man of steel! No man as matched the strength of that which is mine! I am the brightest of the land and I am the most valiant hero the she has to offer! I am the only survivor of Direwood massacre! I am the Heir to a murdered Ancestry! So tis the reason I come For knighthood! To bring my family honor!! To redeem myself for not being there when they needed me most! but neigh I was born of peasantry! Woest me! for my dreams solely crushed by the blood of my ancestors, but I shan't get riled because I have heard of the lord of this priorship, one who dubs a knight even of peasant blood! Show me to My Liege so He may dub me a knight and grant me my only wish and free my soul of this true burden! Oh grant me this wish, that I have dreamed of many a’ year! Lead me to the one of Proclaimed Nobility! Fore if I cannot become of the brotherhood than I shall slay myself right here upon your street And all of Greifental will know of your act of inglorious insidiousness” Carnegie finished with his speech, Knowing he might have exaggerated just a bit but nonetheless the people seemed legitimately impressed. The man with the more ruffian voice took one pace forward and spoke unto Carnegie “Righteous your quest, A valiant quest indeed! Call for lord Vanderbilt at once! So this man may continue with his Odyssey!” They brought Carnegie to Coreth the finest mead hall in Carthen. Lord Vanderbilt stood in a throne made of mahogany and pine. He looked on Carnegie with a bit of doubt and then he spoke. “I am Lord Vanderbilt, Ruler of Carthen. Son of Wilkes, and Descendant of William Sherman Leader of the Blood March during the dark ages. I have heard of your wish, a noble one indeed. Now give me your hands.” Vanderbilt requested, Carnegie held his hands out, a bit of hesitance filled him. Vanderbilt closed his eyes and took his hands. “ You have the hands they resemble the laborer but your veins they scream for revenge..- Carnegie You must prove your allegiance to me and my people and only then I shall dub you knighthood.” Vanderbilt opened his eyes and looked at Carnegie “What is it you wish of me to do sire?” Carnegie asked still quite bewildered by Vanderbilt's prediction. “You must slay the Howling Death!” Vanderbilt said with a cold whisper…The villagers in the room became quiet, Carnegie looked at him with question. “What is the howling death?” Vanderbilt looked at him, the villagers remained silent. “A beast ascended from hell, It has the stripes of satan, and the looks of the most largest wolf, Its jaws are over two feet wide, and the beast itself is ten feet tall!” Carnegie walked back and forth, he spoke unto Vanderbilt once more. “Sire I must ask to be able to ponder on this till morn time.” He asked with sweat rolling down his cheek. “Yes you may, But make haste! The state of this land grows worse with every waking hour, and the beast lurks in our boundaries awaiting for a moment to strike our hearts. Only to fill this land with even more darkness and dread then it already was in!” Vanderbilt said with a sigh. Then he raised his hands “But until then we feast, Let us feast, A feast only fit for Kings of men!” The people of carthen feasted with joy, Carnegie however was not in the mood. He went to the inn which was quite full but he was given shelter besides the fact. He had no room but he had quite the spacey loft given to him by the innkeeper who in which ordered him to give it to him free of charge. Carnegie went to the loft and went to his little bed. He tried to sleep, But neigh his mind was scattered and he burned thoughts like a fire,He thought only of the past, and what agony could possibly await on the morrow. Oh woe for Carnegie the man who was only haunted by the past and feared the future. He went to sleep after hours of pondering on what the outcomes could be in a battle with the beast, he tossed and turned all night. Carnegie returned to the mead hall in the morn time, Vanderbilt was awaiting him on his throne, No one else was in the hall quite yet. “For why might I ask has thy beast been sentenced such a punishment of uncompromisable retribution?” he asked curiously. “Alas, the beast as cursed our lands and it’s livestock. It tortures the people that reside here, and strikes fear into the hearts of all who live in carthen. It eats the young,old,weak and the injured. Ruthless,Heartless and most reckless is the beast, It lusts with desires of such malice.” Vanderbilt sighed a cold breath of dread and lifeless sadness. “Tis, I has’t succumb to thou’s plight, I shall begin my quest at first light and I shall set this land free.” he said with a regretting confidence. “ Oh we have been woefully dreading our days in sorrow and agony… But Neigh nevermore! No longer shall we fear the beast! A hero as cometh unto us and has heard our plight! and the beast shall be slain!” After Carnegie left the mead hall he was approached by a man. A tall muscular man knocked at his door, he held armor only fit for knights, and within the armor’s folds laid a great sword only fit for the strongest of warriors. “My brother I have been asked to aid you on this quest, My name is Sir Bessemer, Son of Kail and The sole knight of Carthen till now brother, you shall earn your crest on this day! Now put on your chains and gather your gear and we shall hunt the Beast and free the land on this day together!”
Carnegie put on his armor, and he sheathed his sword then he walked out of carthen with Bessemer towards The Grand Forest of Malice. The forest was dense with trees whose size were only matched by the other behemoths that were beside them, their vegetation fell and continued to fall, leaving the ground in a puddle of leaves and twigs. “How shall we track the beast? I seen't not no foot prints” Carnegie asked whilst they paced in the forestry. “ We shall follow the blood of the victims.” Bessemer pointed at the ground and enlightened Carnegie of the blood trail on the leaves which have fallen not to long ago. “We must make haste, For the trees they continue to shed and soon the path shan’t be here no more.” Bessemer said speeding his pace up. He was right nonetheless, so Carnegie sped his pace up as well. The two warriors walked in the forest and tracked the trail until it lead them to a clearing, surrounded by forestry. It was the opening to a cavernous entrance. It was a demonic circle, void of vegetation and sunlight. Not a spec of grass could be seen within the circle. It was merely dead. Nothing but the dirt and twigs that had fallen. Suddenly two yellow eyes appeared out of the darkness of the cave. The two warriors stood ready, Bessemer
unsheathed his sword and shield and Carnegie unsheathed his great sword. They grasped their weapons firmly, Carnegie felt fear but he took a deep breath and spoke. “I have never known the glory of knighthood nor I have never known fear, Nor I have never known combat before now, but Neigh I shan’t back down in the face of evil, And I am honored to fight by your side!” Carnegie yelled with a newfound confidence. The beast came out of the dark showing it’s evil smile, showing it’s rows of teeth filled with the blood of the innocence. Oh woe for the souls who crossed its path. It’s eyes glowed yellow like a mighty basilisk but it’s body resemble the one of a canine. It had the stripes of a tiger but it was the size of the mighty grizzly bear. It was meant to kill… To the warriors surprise and dread two other hell hounds stepped out of the darkness with the first. “Bessemer? I thought twas only one beast?” Carnegie asked suddenly asking with his confidence fading. “Tis what I thought as well Carnegie. Nonetheless tis the job we have accepted so let us complete it or die tryin!” One of the three beasts pounced at bessemer, He in haste held up his shield and blocked the creature from pouncing at his collarbones. Bessemer swiftly swung his sword toward the hound but one of the other hounds bit at his arm. Bessemer yelled out in pain. Carnegie hit the foul monster with his great sword striking into two. The other wolf still recuperating from the first strike of the shield bit into Carnegies leg making him lose his grip on his sword. Bessemer still was in agonizing pain over the the beast that bit him, but nigh it was not the time and he decided to pull through for Carnegie and so he picked up his sword, then he rammed it right into the hellhounds chest. The last one ran into the forest, the two knights followed close behind. They followed right until they reached a ledge and they saw that the hellhound jumped off and had committed suicide, to go be with it’s brethren. the knights returned to carthen with the carcasses of the hounds they had slain. They walked and walked, they paced and paced and soon realized that the forest of malice as claimed two more victims.
They walked and wandered until Bessemer was upset and he asked in fraught.
“Carnegie where in U’roks name are you going?” Bessemer asked with a sigh. “Back to Carthen my friend, Why might you ask?” he seemed puzzled “You are walking the wrong way. The trail was back that way three oakwoods ago.” “No that was the way to Al’demier!” “Ugh Carnegie we are lost in the woods of malice but we are not the first.” Bessemer said with a sigh of agony. “What do you mean Bessemer?” Carnegie stopped his pace and asked. Bessemer sighed again and started to tell the tale of Amek the hunter. “ It was in the dark era of the plague. A life filled with sickness, poverty and horrid inglorious corruption. Ameck was a peasant who was tired of seeing his family starve, He was ready to do the impossible. He went into the woods, a dangerous place, only fit for the beasts. Ameck knew of the dangers but he went there anyways determined to help his dying family, So he left his shanty home. He went into the forest of malice, And he saw the spirit of the forest. It is said that if you kill it, you will be given a prosperous life, but others say you will be given an eternal hell. Ameck knew about this legend but he thought of only his family and he shot the deer down with an arrow from his long bow. He took the carcass of the beast to his family and they feasted that night. Oh but Amecks whole family feasted all but himself. He couldn’t forgive his horrid deed, he couldn’t speak a word of it to his family. Oh what would day think. The next morning he awoke to find that his wife died,and his son is dead, Oh woe the soul of the forest poisoned his family. He ran into the forest with rage, and he struck at the creatures with his sword. At the tip of his rage he saw a cliff, a portal to his ancestors. They called him, he could only answer. He jumped… and From then on Amecks name has become a whisper in the forest, a nightmare of nature.” he said lowering his tone to a whisper. “We should keep moving I guess…” sighed Carnegie. They walked to the edge of the forest, but they did not reach Carthen. They went the wrong way, they have reached the borders of the Legion Desert . “Told you Carnegie, we are lost.” Bessemer said with a smirk. “We must cross the desert and we should reach the village of Shian” said Carnegie. they started walking in the desert, they felt the raging heat of the sun against their skin. They paced fast through the sand dunes, after the days hike they reach Shian. The town built on sandstone, it was a wasteland of dust and sand. There were no villagers outside, the village seemed abandoned. “Hello? Any one here?” Carnegie yelled out. “Let us split up and holler out if you find someone.” The two split up, Carnegie searched some of the houses and he saw that they abandoned the homes. Bessemer went to the other houses and looked around, the food was gone and as well as the people. The warriors met back up in town square. “I didn't see anyone, what about you?” Carnegie asked. “Not a soul nor body.” “Lets go to the mead hall and see if theres anyone there.” Carnegie said while walking towards the hall. They walked in the mead hall and they saw many heads and eyes. A man walked up to us with a bandana on his head “Welcome travelers…I am U’dseeus, The leader of this village. Have you traveled from the afar lands because you heard our plights? Are you here to save us?” he asked with dread in his voice. “No.. but what ails you friend?” Bessemer said whilst looking at the poor souls. “The Winged demon, it haunts our land. Please warriors help us, cast out the evil from this land!” U’dseeus said raising in his voice in a hoping and needing tone.He continued with six words that forced the warriors to aid them. “Fore ye is our last hope.” U’dseeus said with a whisper.
“We shall help ye but only in return you must show us the way back to Carthen.” Bessemer said to Udseeus. “It is a deal, we know the way to Carthen. We shall show you the path but you must slay the Demon!” “Agreed!” Said Bessemer and Carnegie. They both ventured onward towards The great mountains of Perci, where the demon is said to call it’s home. The warriors came to a stop when they reached the steep cliff path close to the peak of the mountain, A loud thundering roar was heard all across the lands. They warriors unsheathed their weapons, But tis too late the winged beast caused an avalanche. Bessemer got knocked off the path, Carnegie grabbed his hand just in time but woe the demon soared the sky watching the warriors struggling for survival. The winged demon swooped down upon Bessemer and Carnegie, his mighty talons grasped Carnegie and cut into his armor. Bessemer still on the cliff struggled for dear life. Carnegie pulled out a dagger and struck the winged demon in his foot, the beast let out a roar of pain and released him. Carnegie fell onto the peak of the mountain, only to set eyes on the enraged demon swooping towards him. He crawled towards a nearby rock, and he locked his sword handle in the crevice of the rock. Carnegie held his sword, waiting for death, honor or glory. Waiting for the sight of his family once more, waiting for the only outcome that he could possibly think of. He only stared at the Demons red lifeless eyes, And he gave the demon a smile of content whilst pushing his sword up. The demon opened it’s jaws with a million daggers for teeth, it enclosed it’s wings like it was pouncing on prey. The demon laid its massive jaws onto the rock where carnegie laid motionless. The demon then struggled, just realizing it had made a fatal mistake. Carnegies sword went into the demons skull, spewing blood upon the snow. The winged one soon lied dead, and carnegie got up realizing he was still alive. He ran to where Bessemer was. “I can’t hold on brother!” Bessemer cried out. “Just a few more seconds, I am coming down!” Carnegie yelled to Bessemer. He slid down to Bessemer, who in which was losing his grasp quicker and quicker. Bessemer let go, but when he let go Carnegie grabbed his hand. He pulled Bessemer up, and Bessemer panted for breath. “Close one my friend, let us not cut it that close again!” They both laughed with a haughty tone. The two warriors ventured back to Shian, where they found the villagers slaughtered… and hanged…
Carnegie and Bessemer walked with haste on the most promising path, they were dreadfully tired from their long straining pilgrimage. They walked and walked, until they saw the hanging cells, the dreary domains of the damned. They walked up to the crossroads, where the holding cells were. “Please sir help me…” said the only remaining man in one of the hanging cells. He held out his hand, like a beggar in the market. “Please sir..” Bessemer nudged Carnegie and kept silent, Bessemer kept walking. Carnegie stared at the poor soul. He started walking as well. “Have you no soul! No heart! Are you that hollow! Please sir! Help me! For I can thirst no more! If you will not help me, than at least be honorable and strike me down right here! For I have no other chance to survive but ye!” He showed one tear in his eye, but he rubbed it away with haste. Carnegie looked back, and Bessemer did too. Bessemer walked up to the man in the cell, and he pulled out a dagger. The man inside the cell grew a face of terror. Bessemer Gave him the knife and spoke “ Now thou can strike thy’s own self down! And not burden us with your troubles!” Bessemer yelled at him then walked away. Carnegie just looked at him, the man only stared at the dagger. He only stared with disbelief, that compassion has left the heart of man, Carnegie continued walking. He caught up with Bessemer. “Bessemer what was that about, we could of saved that mans life but neigh he must rot? Why art thou so in haste to end a mans life?” Carnegie asked. “It wasn’t my decision, It was his. We all have choices, Good and or bad. His choices led him their. My choice led me here, Do you see what I am saying Carnegie?” “Yes I am, but I feel as though you're losing your humanity brother…” “No I am fine Brother let us just keep moving.” They continued onward, they walked until they reached the swamp of sorrow. “Brother we just must get through the swamp, and once we are done we will be in Carthen once more.” Bessemer said whilst stepping in the water, Carnegie followed. “Bessemer I must admit I feel a bit… hesitate about this. This place seems rather… Dark…” said Carnegie with a cold whisper. They trotted through the swamps, very cautious, very alert. Then a shadow behind them in the distance was seen by Bessemer. “Halt we are being followed…” Said Bessemer.“By what?” Carnegie responded. Another shadow appeared to their side, then to their other side, then in front. “What are they?” Asked Carnegie. “I do not know, they are too far away.” replied Bessemer. Then the shadows spoke with cold whispers.“Our children must eat… The darkness must feed…” the voices repeated themselves, echoing coming closer, and closer. Till alas the voices surrounded them, filling the area with cold chilling essence of death. The voices revealed themselves, they were demonic poltergeists… A horrid breed trapped only in the swamp of sorrow, most thought them to be folklore or legend, But neigh they were the reality that haunted the swamp of sorrow! “Carnegie ready your weapon…” Bessemer said pulling out his sword and shield, Carnegie pulled out his greatsword. The spirits disappeared… beneath the waters surface… the water became black. Bessemer in an instance started thrashing around, he was pulled beneath the surface, Carnegie began to fear for his brother… Then there was a silence. “Bessemer? Brother? Brother where art thou?” He said whispering with dread. In a sudden instant Bessemer arose from the water, his eyes were pitch black like the blackest of nights, and he spoke one word. “Run…” Those were his last words as the dark ones of the swamp dragged him beneath the waters murky surface…
Carnegie, lost and afraid and filled with rage. Filled with anger and self loathing that he was helpless in his brethren’s demise. He ran as fast as he could through the murky swamp, the vines they cut legs, The water pruned his skin. Suddenly in the midst of all the dread and sorrow, Carnegie saw a glimpse of hope. Carthen… He walked into Carthen with his head up high, he walked into the mead hall where the lord of the shire stayed. Lord vanderbilt sat in his throne, rubbing his mane. He looked sad and puzzled. “My lord, I have returned from my feat but I have returned alone.” Carnegie said. “Where is Bessemer?” “He died valiantly in the swamp of sorrows, The darkness devoured him, but he sacrificed himself for me. He died a hero…” Lord vanderbilt looked dumbfounded. “How did thou end up in the Swamp of sorrows?” He asked “The forest of malice erased our trails sire” Carnegie replied. “Oh…” Vanderbilt said.“Is something wrong my liege?” Carnegie asked. “No…no nothing is wrong..” Lord vanderbilt said lowering his voice. Then a man walked in with his head up, he paced fast. “Sire we must hurry!” he said, unsheathing his sword. “Who art thou?” Carnegie said putting his hand on the handle of his greatsword. “I am Quintus Cortana Commander of the Revolutionary army! And Tis not the time for meet and greet, soon we shall be under attack!” Quintus said in great haste, whilst rushing outside. Carnegie looked at the small army that Carthen put together. A small defence group, mainly civilians and farmers, and a few nobles. None were trained in combat. None were ready for a battle of life or death. “Quintus lead the troops to victory, lead my people to liberty.” Lord Vanderbilt said… Quintus noded in replience. “I’ll go with you sir! I am Carnegie, A survivor of direwood, A man of steel, And a knight of Carthen! ..or soon to be dubbed.. I have killed the dragon of shian, I have killed the beast of malice forest, and survived the sorrow swamp dark demons!” He yelled out, Quintus nodded quite impressed. “Fine you may join my troops but You must listen to me, for victory demands it.” Quintus said, “Yes sir.” Carnegie replied. Quintus got up on his stallion and rode in front of the small army, then he spoke. “Today we defend our country… We defend our liberty… We defend our friends, family and home. Do you think you have what it takes to defend what you hold so dear?” He asked the army rhetorically, “Sir yes, Sir!” They yelled replying to him. “Are those wretched Arvanians going to make it past us?” “No sir!” “Then let us men of mice, mere peasantry prevail against the tyrant’s army!” The small army yelled so even the heavens could hear. They set up barricades, and spikes around the walls. They barricaded the doors and set up tar pits above the walls. Then they waited, and waited. They waited for the enemy silently and patiently, Till the sounds of war drums were heard. The drums came closer and closer, then roars and war cries were yelled out by the Arvanian savages. The Carthinians were ready for them, They stepped up to door and started bashing it down with their battering ram. “Pour the first one!” Quintus yelled out. They poured the tar on the soldiers below. “Archers ready! Rank one FIRE!” the first row of archers fired. “Rank one ready your bow, Rank two fire!” the archers unleashed their storm of arrows on the intruders. They repeated this for three times. “To the front gates!” The Carthinians moved to the front gate. “Open the gate!” they followed his order “Charge!” They ran into battle with their swords, pitchforks, and other miscellaneous items. They charged towards what was left of the savages, the left over Arvanians retreated. The Carthians roared in victory, They waved their flag in victory. Never before have these peasants felt the glory of victory in such bloodshed. Oh woe for them though, for they were not ready for the misfortunes of what was to come. Lord Dantes discouraged by defeat was told by his General that his troops will go to legion city to prepare for the next attack.


Quintus walked back in with Carnegie following shortly behind. “Sire the enemy has been subdued.” Quintus said. “Good job Quintus, we have received word that legion needs assistance. Will you command the armies to go assist them.” Lord Vanderbilt said “Yes sire” Quintus said. “I shall go as well.” said Carnegie. “Very well, Make haste it is unknown how long they will hold.” They both saluted and bowed. Then they paced out to the where the army still stood. “We were victorious, But we are not yet done… We must save our allies to the south. From the menace that is the Arvanians. So grab your weapons and get ready for battle once more!” The Mice of men and soldiers yelled out ready for battle,glory and honor. The left over cattle and horses were given saddles. soldiers mounted them. They rode towards Legion city. The odyssey was long and miserable, but finally the soldiers set their eyes on legion. They gasped in horror in the realization that the Arvanians have beat them there. Not just that, but their armies were waiting for Quintus and revolutionaries. Quintus looked at his small group of hopefuls, he sighed. “Men today we fight, not just for legion but for Carthen, For Griefental… We will fight to prove that even the smallest of men can dent the largest of armies. I promise you nothing, but if you find yourself lost… with sunshine raining on your face… than do not fear, for your already dead…And you are merely feeling U’roks Embrace! No man will flee from this fight! Fore we are the bravest of men! We all will die here on this day but with honor, glory and All of Griefental will know our name!” He yelled, the small army yelled back roaring once more unto the heavens. They charged into battle, Carnegie and Quintus both led the charge with their swords held high, they were ready for death’s sweet embrace. The Arvanians charged as well, being led by General Cesar. They clashed, A clash so loud it could be heard miles away. The shields and swords knocking against one another, Swords piercing skin, Shields bashing heads. Blood filled the battlefield. Carnegie charged at Cesar. They clashed with their swords. Cesar blocked Carnegies strikes then he struck him in the knee. Carnegie yelled in pain, then he slashed Cesar’s chest. Cesar spinned around and put his sword into Carnegies chest. Carnegie spit up blood, he then dropped his great sword… Cesar smiled with an evil essence, He twisted his blade and pulled up on it. Carnegie’s blood poured down the ground like a fountain. Cesar pulled his sword out, Carnegie dropped to the ground motionless. The battle carried on for hours. until Quintus was wounded. He was not dead, he awoke within two hours of the battle being over. He crawled over to Carnegie. “Is it over sir?” Carnegie said while coughing up more blood. “Yeh boy its over now, you can rest…” Quintus replied with a cold sorrow filled smile. “I am ready for death, I am going home to my family, maybe Bessemer will be there…” they spoke only with cold whispers “Go to them..Rest my friend… Rest in peace.” Quintus said, Carnegie then coughed a bit more and then shut his eyes and went to sleep. Quintus, got up pulled an arrow out of his chest, then he started walking.

Walking down an erie road, tired and hopeless Quintus wandered. The royal guard marched towards him on the same path, the clanking of their armor could be heard miles away, the pikes and swords, the bows and spears could be heard clashing against the sheaths and holsters. The peace of the forest was disturbed, woe the peace was nevermore. Cesar stopped Quintus, “Well lookie here men, We have ourselves a straggler, A General even” He laughed and the rest laughed with him, then he continued “Erm indeed, My name is Cesar Optimus, and I am the leader of the royal guard, But neigh you probably already knew that.” He chuckled, remembering his sins. Quintus’s eyes filled with rage, and hate, But he could only release a smile. “Under federal law in great province of Greifental, Quintus Cortana you are under arrest for the charges that follow: Assault, Arson, Murder on multiple accounts, Sabotage, Theft, and worst of all Treason against our government and our dear king, lord Dantes.” Cesar declared onto the world , whilst a grunt went to bind Quintus. Then Quintus just opened his hands and let them, and smiled with a calming sort of nature. They marched to Arvahall with the prisoner. Once they reached the city, Quintus was in subtle dismay. Seeing that all of the gossip behind the tavern walls was truth. That Arvahall the capital of Griefentall, was merely a sheet of wealth covering the plague stricken, Peasants of the laboring class of man. They walked into the castle where the lord dantes sat, He was not a demon, nor a dragon which breathed the hottest of fire, nor was he a lich of darkest of caves. He was a normal man, like Quintus and Cesar, only difference was the proclaiming of royal blood. Then he spoke “Who is this man, you bring unto me?” Lord dantes asked sternly “He is Quintus Cortana one of many revolutionary leaders plotting against you sire.” Quintus replied while saluting to Lord Dantes. “So this man is the revolutionary that I have heard so much about?” “Indeed sire he is a troublemaker and a no good peasant scum.” “Quite What is the plan for the rebel?” They conversed about the fate of Quintus. Quintus himself was quiet and well mannered to the plots of his own demise. “I say we make an example of him… to the Gallows perhaps.” Cesar suggested, with a stroke of his hand. “Erm yes seems like a fittable solution.” Said lord dantes whilst stroking his mane… “Take him away…” lord dantes commanded the soldiers. They grabbed him by the arm and they brought him to a cell, where he will wait till morn. The word was spread throughout the city, and it was spreaded fast. Quintus sat in his cell, dark and dreary, A mournful grave indeed. He wrote on the wall with a small rock. “Here My grave, a loathsome pit of despair. Although my tomb, I find it quite the joyous occasion, for when I march to the gallows tomorrow, My song will rise Anew in the souls of the forgotten. These actions will not go unreckoned, unpunished, There will be a reckoning of a thousand vengeful sons when the people hear of my death. The sons of the land, and the country. The Sons who will take a stand for their country, and rise for what is right. The country of Griefental.”

Quintus marched to the gallows headforth, to his demise, to the the steps of his execution. Quintus the revolutionary leader of the once righteous Griefental. Defied a king and led an army against him. Though he failed, Many came to watch in awe, As he marched to the gallows headstrong. Cesar spoke unto Quintus. “Quintus Cortana, The leader of the rebels, Guilty of the crimes of Assault, Arson, Murder on multiple accounts, Sabotage, Theft, and worst of all Treason against our government and our dear king, lord Dantes. Before you are executed speak your last words.” Quintus look unto the crowd, then to the king in his balcony, Then he spoke. “I and my troop fought for Griefental, to free it from the tyranny of Lord Dantes, And before I die, I must apologize. I apologize for failing you the people of this once great province.” He yelled into the sky as the executioner put his hand on the lever . “I only hope that you can forgive me, my friends, and I hope people will be able to have the courage to rise once more against the tyrant that sits above you, to rise up and do what must be done!” He yelled unto the sky and crowd as the executioner pulled the lever. The body of quintus hung motionlessly, The hearts of the people became filled with anguish, For their greatest leaders have all been wiped out...