Chaos & Ruin

Prologue

"My Lord,we should head back now.Those two have been taken care of and the day grows old on us," advised Horacious his inquisitive blue eyes trying its best to look through the mist that cloaked them among the high boulders and dense forests of the Northern Mountains.The sun was slowly dying in the far west and the wolves sang their beastly howls scarring the night's awakening beauty.

Lord Gavin didn't reply for he had himself occupied with the task of wiping his blade with the tattered cloak of its recently deceased owner and no sign of remorse fell upon his face.Personally, Horacious had never really preferred to serve under the the likes of Lord Gavin,these sons of bitches gave him the creeps..but what could he do....the job paid well,kept his family fed and the only alternative was death and everybody would think that he had given away his life for the sake of humanity.

Just like it had been with the two that lay before me now.

Robin and Bereus had gallantly let them know that they would resign their posts as the Servers and look where that shit load a pride had gotten them. All that pride and now they have been reduced to nothing but food for the wild beasts that infested the Northern Mountains and keep them away from the surrounding villages.

Soon my friends you will be nothing but bones and wolf-shit.

The night went sleepless as they travelled back to the city and he probably would not have been able to sleep anyway.The memories of Lord Gavin impaling Robin from behind as he sang along to his favorite tune and his blade slicing through Bereus' neck as he was about to react to Robins cries of pain and agony.It was a visage that would forever reside in his mind,the shining blade, the hot ,red blood as it flowed from their severed heads and the cries of the men who they once called brothers before the life left their eyes for eternity.

But most of all that first ever form of emotion he had ever seen the man make...the enjoyment and the want for blood.

Fucking damn it.That's enough to keep me from disappointing the man ever again in my life. I just wanna be on the less pointy side of the blade.

Far away from deep within the woods that lay east to the Green Meadow,the wolves sang ,their echoes reigning throughout the forest.The only other sound that disrupted the peace that night was the distant roaring of Maidenflow Creek. From the North, cold winds blew on sending chills down his spine and all the while his scraggy beard and black hair did little to protect him.

As if having Lord Gavin as a companion wasn't enough.

Surprised as he was,Lord Gavin called for a break as they approached the end of the Green Meadow; an edgy cliff scarred with stones of varying sizes with a glimpse of vegetation here and there and a downward slope leading into the depths of the "Cursed Creek" as the people preferred to call it.

Horacious had always wondered how deep the Creek actually was.He recalled memories of his nanny as she told him stories of how the Barbarians had brought back the Gods of the Olden Days to fight by their side during the First Ascension war.She had said that it had been the very king of these False gods who had risen from where Maidenflow now roared and thundered.

As much as he could recall, all throughout their journey Lord Gavin had not once spoken which iis why he was quite taken aback when having taken the last sip of wine from his skin he took up his naked sword which stood supported against a boulder and asked," Do you know Horacious why those two back there had to die?"

He didn't reply.He did not really like the expression that had taken over Lord Gavin's face.Those twinkling eyes, the growing thirst for blood and the malicious smile that ranged across his face.......and before he draw his sword he could feel Lord Gavin's rough hands on his neck;his grip hardening with the passing moment.

"Its cause dead men tell no tales"