It was a bright and sunny day. Birds were chirping, deer frolicked freely, and the sound of armored horses echoed through the forest. It would be absolutely peaceful if these soldiers weren't on a crucial mission.
See the entire royal family, save for 2, were dead. The king, throat slit. The queen? Hanging from the balcony, her own entrails used as a noose. The prince wasn't much better as a broom handle was found shoved down his throat. There weren't even any cousins left, their bodies were found in the stables covered in horse shit.
The only survivors were the princess and former queen. Unfortunately, the princess was bedridden and hadn't moved in weeks. Thus, the former queen, now the current queen, had to retrieve the hidden bastard. She herself had 16 children, all of whom were dead to her or actually dead. The king and his bitch were fools to stop at 2. At least the King had a bastard.
Dionysia was a fair but iron ruler, and her views were both expansive and traditional. She needed her blood on the throne, even if it killed her. Which is why she sent her best soldiers to retrieve her hidden gem.
The village would be surprised as these soldiers burst in. Every person would be grabbed and examined roughly. These soldiers were looking for a mark. A mark that Dionysia had carved and tattooed onto the bastard herself. A strange, nearly amorphous symbol to most. Uneven antlers, covered in tentacles and webs.
There were five soldiers, not an inch of skin was seen under their armors.
A bowman, with light armor and fine engravings.
An axe weilding mountain of a woman, with a boar's head adoring her helm.
A mage, wearing heavy armor engraved with runes and profane symbols.
A swordsman, calm and poised. His armor had cats on it.
Finally, a beast of a man. His armor had strange beasts carved on it, and was a mix of metals and bone. He was easily twice the size of the other soldiers, and rode some strange beast into town. He was not rough, and he was soft spoken.
“By orders of the Queen, we seek Blackburn.”