“Rarasie we wiped them out months ago, and you know this, please call off this attack, we are here because some whore in Delaruse, whispered in your ear that they are starting a heretic revolt, there is nothing here but farmers, and half starved peasants.”
Rarasie drived his armored elbow into Stanson’s chest knocking him off his horse, his eyes red with fury exclaims to Stanson
“ If you speak out against what I choose to do in order to preserve what the lord of no lords wants I will mark you for heresy, and take away all of your lands.”
Stanson looks up at Rarasie and says,
“Apologies m’lord Rarasie, I shouldn’t have said anything to you, may the lord of no lords keep my foolish thoughts silent.”
Without acknowledging Stanson, Rarasie gave the order to attack, the eager troops began to march towards the village of Rayse, the next few hours though only made Stansons thoughts solidify into blood stained horror. He needed to leave this crusade for if he stays his life will not continue for much longer.
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