Chapter 1
In a Land known as Inconstia there was great king, who ruled over eighteen different regions from within a great city. The Land was at peace until he revealed his true intentions. At his command nine of the regions unleashed a devastating conquest.
They skirmished countless towns, all within a day. Then They besieged two Region’s Capital laying them to waist. Their hostages were either enslaved or sacrificed.
Their Armies were unified by golden armor and lead by nine different champions. Now marching across the Territory of the fallen Capitals, They search for the villages Now Barely protected.
One army scoured the fallen regions while the other two held back reinforcing Legions. Their forces were stretched thin, But couldn’t be overpowered. They cut through every army that apposed them, and massacred countless villages.
The two defending gilded armies had their opponents at a standstill. The third army is marching now. Lead by a Knight on horseback and two other warriors at his side. One was a massive Brute that stood as tall as the knight on his horse. The second was a Swordsman wearing light armor and wielding a sword and buckler. These three champions lead 50 soldiers. Each soldier wore matching gilded plate armor that hummed together as they marched. Every soldier was armed with an arming sword and a heater shield. They marched with energy and enthusiasm for their final raid of the evening.
“I can’t wait to cut down another mercenary.” Remarked a soldier.
“Really?” another exclaimed “Then let’s make this fun, let’s see who can kill the most mercenaries. Winner gets the other’s slaves.”
“Silence!” Commanded the Brute. “All captured slaves must be taken back to the Capital and you don’t get to pick how many you keep.”
The soldiers silenced their voices and marched on.
“It discusses me that we must lead these savages.” Hissed the swordsman. “I only joined for the money.”
The Brute laughed under his breath.
“What’s So funny?” The swordsman demanded.
The Brute stopped in place halting the formation. The swordsman stopped to face him same as the Knight just a few paces ahead of them, but he didn’t turn around.
“You deny what you are. Seeing yourself above the rest of us.” The giant then walked up to the swordsman and growled. “I’m going to personally see to your suffering in Hell.” Then he marched past him. The swordsman shaken followed and so the army returned to its march.
Within a few moments the army arrived to its final destination. A village that’s inhabited by no more than a hundred people. It currently houses countless refugees and has a force of 200 Mercenaries Standing in four lines.
The Knight held up his hand halting the march, then turned to his companions.
“TONIGHT, WE SHALL FINISH OUR CONQUEST WITH GLORY AND BLOOD! UNLEASH UPON THIS VILLAGE THE GIFT OF MAMMON!” He shouted.
His soldiers then charged inhumanly fast towards the Mercenaries’ pike formation. They clashed head on through the first line sending defenders flying. Then They clashed with the second were they stood and fought. Their blades cut through their opponents’ armor demoralizing twice as many as they kill. The Brute Charged past the second line and into the third. He didn’t bother using his hammer as he ripped through the ranks with his hands. The swordsman followed behind and cut down dozens of soldiers faster than they could see. The fourth and final line started to fall back to the village. However, the knight had flanked the entire battle and was now charging through the retreating defenders killing every last one of them.
The Soldiers round up the villagers in the center of the now burning village, where they were sorted out. The evening was too dark for them to travel. As the three champions were discussing what to do, they heard it. The sound of heavy footsteps coming from the darkness.
They grew louder and louder until finally he arrived. A massive warrior wielding an executioner’s ax over his shoulder and a kite shield covering his apposing arm. He wore a ghastly mask and Armor unlike anything they’ve seen. The Soldiers erupted into laughter.
One walked towards the approaching Executioner and cackled. “I Don’t know where you’re from stranger! But if you think we’re fooled I’m sorry...” Before the soldier could finish his sentence, The Executioner brought down his ax and cleaved him in two. The laughter ceased and the Soldiers quickly drew arms and formed together. They were hesitant, but it didn’t matter. For the Executioner charged their ranks cutting them down. His ax danced around and around as it cut through them. Some of them tried to run however he cleaved them before they could make it past him. The Champions stood watching not knowing what to do. When the last soldier was dead The Executioner raised his shield and held his ax Over his shoulder.
“THIS IS THE FIGHT THAT SHALL BRING ME GLORY!” The Brute shouted has he charged forward Hammer in hand. The Executioner blocked his attack and ran him through with the horn of his ax. The Brute Slammed his fist into his opponent’s mask. The swordsman used this opportunity to come around the Executioner to strike. However, The Executioner wasn’t fazed, and he ripped his ax out word and through the swordsman’s waist ending him. The Brute endured and attempted to bash through the shield. But it was in vain as the Executioner pierced his belly and was ripped up through the shoulder. The Knight was now charging him Lance at the ready and shield high. The Executioner was quicker than the Knight expected. He swung his ax around taking the horse’s legs sending the knight flying. His legs now broken he could not resist the Executioner propping his head on a rock pulling off his helmet.
What he saw froze him for he could see Raguel floating above him. He spoke one word. “Guilty.” Then the knight’s head was severed.
