A tale of two prisoners

The chieftains favor

This was a new situation for the Viking chieftain funnysyle

He was used to slaughtering knight after knight when they foolishly tried to attack someone much more skilled than them. He even killed the occasional knight commander or maybe even guardian. But never did he expect to be captured

He had just finished taking the head off of a knight when he saw something coming towards him from the sky. He squinted his eyes, before realizing it was a guardian. Hurriedly, he pulled out his bow and loaded an arrow, shooting it at the guardian. This guardian however was much more skilled than he had expected. They had rolled to the side, avoiding the arrow entirely and giving them a good spot to flank

Before he could load another arrow, the guardian was upon him, sword drawn and ready for a fight. The guardian quickly rushed him, causing funny to use his bow to block the blow, shattering it to bits. This gave the chieftain enough time to draw his weapon. They then counter attacked with an underhanded slash, causing rock to jump back to avoid the hit

Funny then spoke up, his sword glistening in the midday sun

"Speak your name, guardian! I am chieftain funnysyle, and I will bring your head to the king of the Farlands!"

He spoke, anger in his voice. The guardian then spoke back, a steely expression on his face

"My name is Rock, and I am the grand marshal of Bricklandia. It is my sworn duty to protect these lands from people like you. And I shall do just that!"

He said, rushing funny again. But this time, he was prepared. He brought his sword up, anticipating an attack from his right. He did not expect an attack from the left. He barely had enough time to move his sword and block it. Now he was staggered, and rock took full advantage of this to swing the butt of his sword into funny's head

It was a good try, but funny wasn't about to go down so easily. He ducked, feeling the sword hit one of his antlers. It hurt, but he pushed forward. He thrust his sword forward, grazing rocks side. But rock was smart. He ignored the new stinging sensation in his side and slammed his leg down on funny's sword, sending it into the dirt, chipping at the blade. Now funny was done. Rock raised his sword and slammed the butt of the hilt onto his head, sending him into unconscious

The next thing he knew, he was being transported to Bricklandia via rock. A few knights surrounded him, presumably after hearing some commotion. His hands were bound to prevent him from causing any harm to anyone present and just to annoy the chieftain. And so he waited, being carried by a Knight while rock chatted with the other knights

When they arrived at Bricklandia, rock was met with cheers from passing citizens and knights. He had captured a chieftain, something that had rarely ever been accomplished. Funny scoffed and spat at a citizen, laughing when they began to cry. Such a weak population

He was brought up to the top of the mountain in which Bricklandia leans upon, and also home of the brick god. A church of brick god had been established there when the kingdom of Bricklandia was first taking roots, and it serves as their primary judgement center for the captured foes. Inside the church, three figures awaited him. One female with a tail and sharp teeth. One with skin as dark as night with horns sharp enough to pierce the sky, and the last with a crown of keys with glasses powerful enough to see into ones very soul. These were the ones who would choose his fate. For better or for worse

The knights left after being ordered to by rock, leaving funny, the figures and Rock alone with the most holy idol in Bricklandia. The very god funny fights and the one the figures protect

The one with the tail spoke first

"Hello, young Chieftain. You may not know me, but I certainly know you. Funnysyle, a member of the house of Baron. You had the option to become a council, but you denied it, instead wishing to help on the front lines in the upcoming bricklandian-Farlands war. However, your training did not finish swiftly enough, leaving you alone."

They said, staining at funny style like a predator would a prey. The horned one then spoke next, saying

"You have committed horrible crimes against our people, but you will be given a chance to free yourself. All you must do is call in a favor."

He said, making funnystyles eyes widen. He looked over to the one with the tail before moving to speak, but being cut off by the one with the key

"Silence! You were not permitted to speak. Though I do know your question. The answer is yes. The former prince is among us as we speak."

He said, giving a side glance to the one with the tail. Said figure then spoke

"Considering you cannot speak I shall speak on your behalf. I am the one you think I am. My name is Aweneex, the former crown prince of the Farlands. And now I am among Bricklandia and it's highest ranks to deliver you fair and worthy justice. Although, some forms of law can be completely ignored."

They said, a grin forming on their face, showing their razor sharp teeth. Funny only nodded

A sword was drawn behind funny. The binds that held him fell apart, allowing him freedom. He rubbed his hands, looking behind him. A sword was pointed in his direction. He took it and grinned, looking it over. Sharp as steel. He then looked back towards the three figures, only to see one remaining. Aweneex

"Business is done. I owe you favors no longer. I wish you the best of luck back to the Farlands. And if you do make it, please tell Hyper I said Hi."

And just like that, he was free. He left the church and climbed down the mountain the way opposite to Bricklandia to avoid detection, only earning minor scrapes and bruises. He then proceeded to walk for miles upon miles upon miles for days on end, living on pillaging small villages he found along the way, their guard no match for his far superior sword fighting skills. That all changed on one day

He walked into a large cleaning, seeing a figure on the other side. It was someone he recognized, a target from hyper on this one man. Grunting, he drew his sword and readied himself for a battle he would never emerge from. A battle of two prisoners