After sliding their chainmail on and checking their swords, Brynjolf and the rest of the Men lined up in the training ground outside the barracks. after Captain Karbjorn checked that all of them were there, he began to brief them on the situation and why the horn was sounded. "Men, our watch towers out to the east have spotted an enemy siege tower, as well as around five-hundred soldiers with ladders and powerful muskets. We cannot identify who these fuckers are. But we'll find out soon enough. " Captain Karbjorn informed them "Now... Any questions?" Brynjolf raised his hand. "Sir... are you getting your carbs?" he asked, struggling to keep a straight face. "Hahahahahahh! very funny Brynjolf. The captain sarcastically laughed. "Because my name is Karb. Hahahahahaha. Carbohydrates. Hahaha. Now shut your fucking mouth and get to your post, Before I slap you there!" He screamed. Red faced, Brynjolf turned around and walked to his post. "shit..."
An hour later the approaching forces were dangerously close. The garrison could not let the enemies get any closer, so they sent out a party of 150 men (including Brynjolf) to fight the enemies off whilst the defenses were being prepared. The opposing forces followed suit, sending out a party even bigger to slaughter Brynjolf's...
The following battle was Barbaric. Halfway through 50 of Brynjolfs's side had fallen and 20 of the enemies had been killed and horribly mutilated. After that everything went downhill. The captain had been shot with an arrow and had to return to within the walls, bringing 10 men with him. "What a fucking little bitch for a captain we have," Brynjolf thought to himself as he was being surrounded by the enemy.
Brynjolf was afraid, but he didn't want to show it, and so to keep his honor, he fought them. "You want a piece of this?! Come and get some then!" he shouted at the enemies. Stupidly one of the enemy soldiers tried to attack him from behind, so Brynjolf span around, thrust his heel straight into the man's testicles and sliced his head clean off. Another soldier attempting to avenge the decapitated soldier attacked him from the side, this was a huge mistake. Brynjolf Bashed his shield and disarmed the soldier and then jabbed the pommel of his blade into the soldier's next to incapacitate him, whilst Brynjolf dealt with the others.
A man with a greatsword charged up to him with his sword above his head ready to deal a great blow. Brynjolf blocked this with his shield but it cracked and fell apart, leaving him with only his sword to protect himself. The strong man with the greatsword attacked again, but this time Brynjolf parried the large blade and used his sword to impale the large man. Blood dripped from the man's mouth as he fell to his knees only for Brynjolf to snap his neck... The man Brynjolf had incapacitated got up and was about to attack Brynjolf from behind, but he already anticipated this. Brynjolf swung his sword in a 270 degrees radius, slicing the man's head in half at eye level. Blood splattered into the now small crowd and most of it went into their mouths. Brynjolf started to mow down their ranks, one by one, when suddenly in the background he heard a soldier shout. "Oh shit, that guy had AIDS!"
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The City In The Sky
Overigits the first story in the tales of brynjolf. I just make it up as I go along really. Note: its pronounced bryn-yolf.