The Scythe: Death's Arise

Chapter 9: Siege of Furatia: Part 1

Thomas headed out the door to see Drake with his sword on the floor and his hands up.

"What are you doing?" Thomas asked.

"Surrendering."

Thomas then realized he was surrounded by about seven soldiers.

"Weapons on the ground, you and your friends are coming with us." The guard in the center spoke.

"Inaccurate." Zephron responded had he tossed his bow to the ground in frustration.

"Can I ask why you're taking us?" Christian asked as they put shackles on them.

"Shut up and follow." The center guard spoke again. She seemed to be the leader of the pack.

"That was a little rude don't you think?" Drake said, "Here, Christian, I'll answer your question. We're being taken because this city is run by a fu-" Drake was silenced when the leader hit him in the jaw with the hilt of her sword.

"You're being taken to the executioner's block because of lawless possession of weapons, beating four citizens to unconsciousness, and for not receiving the permits to enter the city, mandated by Sir Gentrick."

"I'm a former general of the Saefville Knight Legion, and Christian here is a Commander." Thomas started.

"What do you want, a treat? I couldn't care less who you are." She said without even looking back at him.

"Huh, and I thought I was the only one." Drake said looking at Thomas smiling.

"Wait, how were we supposed to know about the city permits before entering the city?" Christian asked.

"We're here." The leader stated.

As they arrived in the square, a guard was bringing another victim to the chopping block. The blonde woman's headless corpse was thrown into the crowd.

"She has the same mark as the other woman." The guard told Sir Gentrick.

"Ahh, another conspirator huh?" He said getting in her face. "I should expect these things from the dirty elves."

The girl then spit in his face. She was a fairly tall girl standing at about 5'7. She had short brown hair and was very slim.

After wiping the spit off of his face, Gentrick kicked her shin out from under her, causing her to fall in a kneeling position, he then brought his knee up and hit her face, breaking her nose. Blood poured to the floor as he grabbed her hair and lifted her head up and spit back in her face. "Put her on the block, I can't stand the sight of her." Gentrick said.

The guard dragged her to the block and put her in position. The woman in the black veil laughed as she stomped on the elven girl's back, "Sister," she giggled, "I told you you'd be on this block, didn't I!?" She laughed hysterically before beating her sister with her barbed whip.

After a minute or so of this, she let up, still laughing between heavy breaths. She then bent down, grabbed the girl on her sides and licked some blood off of her back. The girl stayed silent as the woman whispered in her ear, "Something to remember you by, you taste wonderful." She then stood up. "Now, Jackson, kill her. Make it bloody, let's have some fun."

The executioner, Jackson, stepped up beside the block and raised his axe. The creepy woman put on a big smile and said, "Goodbye, Cyradil! Tell Gurileth to save a seat for me in Hell." She then blew a kiss.

Jackson stood absolutely still, his axe stayed above his head.

"Well..? I'm waiting!" The woman shouted.