Ominous Fields‘Go, My Lord’, the captain yelled over his shoulder, while drawing his sword out, making gestures to his men to deploy along the hallway, ‘I don’t know how long can we hold them off, but we will do our best to give you several more minutes!’
Lord Verix, imperial proxy in the province and steward of the Lone Castle, was standing still, looking at the soldiers with an emptiness in his eyes. The Captain of his personal guard opened his mouth to urge him again, but at the same time a fearsome, inhuman roar shook the foundations of the entire Castle. Soldiers, servants and esquires’ faces became pale with terror.
The reavers were coming.
‘For Father’s sake, go, at last’, the Captain repeated nervously, looking straight into his lord’s eyes.
The noble nodded at his loyal bodyguard, saying farewell, then turned and ran.
He passed through the several corridors, standing between him and the courtyard and he almost broke the exit door on his way out… Only to see the horses were gone.
Constrained growl came out somewhere from his right side and the steward started turning into that direction, but, at the same moment, he realized his reactions were far too slow, compared those of the monsters who were taking over the stronghold.
A giant nodulous hand hit his head behind the ear harshly, stars sparkled in front of his eyes and then the darkness came. Verix immediately lost conscience and fell on the ground quietly and without fanfares.
The first thing he felt, when he woke up, was his clothes were gone, somebody was holding his leg tightly, and his back was dragging along a wet and not very smooth stone surface. In the next moment he felt the pain and his started crying out loud.
The cave was narrow, fetid and poorly lit, but after some moments, when the veil of the agony was somewhat lifted from his eyes, he was able to get a look on the silhouette of the one who was dragging him. Dressed only in a band, the figure was at least two and a half meters tall, its massive and strong legs were making wide and fast paces, and the back of this abomination was so huge, it could carry at least two wagons of people on it. His left hand was holding the lord’s ankle, and the right one was carrying a giant, two-edged war axe.
The creature suddenly stopped and turned instantly towards his captive.
Verox looked at its face and started screaming again.
This time – in terror.