Morland - Blood and Sweat [Ongoing✓]

Chapter 6 : Awake, What the Hell is a bluff?

- ORIS -

One of the guards on Darrel's side snorted at his proclamation as another nudged at him with his hand.

"Keep moving!"

Darrel was led out of the prison mines and out into what appeared like a courtyard. On closer examination, Darrel noticed that it was merely the outside foot of the mountain surrounded by a few important-looking tents and structures.

'How quaint.'

The structures appeared to still be under construction, the barricades were arrayed further encompassing the camp in a short wall of spikes.

"Why am I out here?" Darrel grumbled to the guards, but neither of them responded. "Why did you bring me out here damn it?!"

After exiting the prison mine the guard's demeanor changed, they appeared more focused and barely batted an eye at Darrel. The guards moved in two files and stood in two parallel lines with Darrel at the center.

"So you must be Darrel?" The voice came from inside one of the tents and by the sound of it, the individual may have been a giant.

The speaker waited for a response, but Darrel shrugged defenselessly and stood there waiting for the individual to continue speaking.

"When I first got your report I wondered what sort of mortal would be capable of not only going toe to toe with two squires but defeating them too." The voice explained in marvel.

"Yeah, so what did you..."

"Silence!"

A different voice shot up from one of the other tents and Darrel was immediately compelled to shut up.

"You call yourself Dar-rel which is strange because no one has ever heard of you." The first voice resumed. "Tell me, to which faction in the house of E.L do you belong?"

Darrel appeared stunned, he had no idea that having the letters 'E.L' at the end of his name was a crime. He turned to look at the guards, but none of them turned to meet his gaze.

"Respond, prisoner!" One of the guards shoved Darrel forward who stumbled and fell face down into the dirt.

"You bastard!" Darrel lashed at the guard furiously, even after spending days in isolation his disdain for the word prisoner had yet to be quelled.

"Shut your mouth, prisoner!"

"NO! YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH!" Darrel fumed.

"So you do respond to that word, just as Vedial stated." The individual behind the voice chuckled at his reaction.

"How dare you?!" Darrel trembled with fury. "Show yourself and I will show you who the real prisoner is, RAAAAAARGH!"

'Damn it I can't stop myself, where is all this rage coming from? Is it because of being called a prisoner?'

Darrel clenched his fist and gave a cynical grin, and a couple of the guards rushed to subdue him before he could cause another scene. One of the guards clutched him from behind, while another started chanting strangely.

"Clasps of iron, grips of steel bind my enemy and hold them still!" The guard uttered whilst locking his fingers together.

"Wait is that an incantation?" Darrel quickly realized what the guards were plotting. "Let go of me!"

When the guard finished his incarnation, he stretched his arms out towards Darrel and a round seal with magic symbols appeared underneath him, the guard that was holding Darrel's arms quickly let him loose and backed away.