Cikel wiped his bloody SWARD on his boots and licked the snot running from his nose. MMMMM tasty he though to hiseelf
Shit my n-ig-g==as was good said lemeon completely inebriated on pomegranate juice. He wore a dirty jerkin that he'd been jerkin off into all last night the dirty fuck that he was. Poop stains covered his legs and his beard was unkempt. A scabbard was on his hip yet no sword was to be found in the sheath. His eyes were blood shoot and he was generally a dirty lil fucker in all regards. Fuck that guy.
Sire it is unwise for you to appear before the troops so cautioned CIkel the Drama whore.
A pox on you cikel you old boobie said Lemon as he stumbled around like a piece of shit
Cikel sighed to himzself. What had happened to calradia. Lesser nobles had carved out great swathes of land, squabbling over who ruled. No longer were there grand empires or brave knights to fill them. The land had descended into chaos; with opportunistic rogues ready to stab you in the back and skey you like a complete F*A*G*G*O*T and call it skill.
NAH MAN IM JUSt pLAYIN THE RANGE GAME WHY SHOULD I FIGHT HONORABLY WHEN I CAN JUST SKEY OUT OF YOUR SWING CONSTANTLY UNTIL YOU DIE FROM BOREDOM ~knightmare tactics 101
All in all it was a dismal situation.
What a bland existence cikel though to whomstself. He turned towards the village of Nova Fenada; a village belonging to his old friend Kale. A friend and comrade who had saved his skin more times than cikel could remember. A friend and comrade who had shielded the scoundrel Thryn and lent him great sums of gold. The same friend who refused to aid cikel in his hour of revenge.
Cikel scowled grimly as he surveyed the field. The surrounding peasants were fleeing into the town and the town guard had been called up. Unfortunately it would not be enough.
New Emerin would be avenged or he would die trying
