Of noble blood & peasant folk // Open
It was the time of war, and war came – fast and thick, bloody and evil and there was no escaping it. The only difference to what your fortune would be, was by which side you were fighting on. There were the nobles, who had the wealth and the power, the armour to devour any village, town or keep them rode across, and then there were the others, who the nobles labelled as rebels, but really they just didn’t want to join those that ransacked their wealth and destroyed their livelihoods. Daniel was one of the leaders, one of the commanders who led his soldiers into the villagers to steal the wealth, the women and to destroy everything else. Whenever he found a town he didn’t like the look of , he would give the order to burn it down to the ground.
This time they had ventured further north, it was said that these towns and villages were hiding more wealth than the others, and that because they did not send the majority to the noble, they were deemed traitors and should be taught a lesson. Daniel rode north with the rest of his army, and began to wreak havoc on the town, but instead of setting it alight , he decided to use it as his own personal little playground. There was a brothel, a pub, farms to keep the pigs and the cows, enough ale to last a lifetime and he was content here for the next few months. Daniel gave the order for all of the full grown men of the village to be murdered, keeping only the women, and the boys who were young enough to be brainwashed, and who could work the land alive. As he sat in the pub, a casket of ale in one hand, he looked to one of his footmen. “Bring me the prettiest little virgin you can find” He grinned, knowing there were plenty here and he would go through them all no doubt.
