Rise of the Horde

A man on a cloak shouted towards the night watch of the town as he huffed and puffed trying to catch his breath. His steed gave up a few kilometers away and he had to run and walk the rest of the way in order to deliver the information that Lord Masud had to learn about urgently.

“Captain what do we do?” a soldier turned towards their leader to ask for his decision. It has always been the norm that when the gates are closed during the night, it remains close till morning as to prevent the beastfolks a chance to storm the town at night where there were fewer soldiers on guard.

“Do we open the gates?” he continued to question but their captain still remained silent.

“Damn! What! Are you! Waiting For!” shouts came from the outside as the man who was asking for the gates to be opened was pissed as he was already dead tired from the journey. He had endured travelling nonstop for days to deliver the urgent news only to be stopped by the damn soldiers at the gates.

“Who are you!? Are you sure you’re not one of the beastfolks!?” someone shouted towards the annoyed man who was outside the gates. Upon hearing the question, the man wearing a cloak started shouting profanities towards the idiot who asked the question.

He threw off the cloak that he was wearing towards the ground, “Do I look like a beastfolk to you!?” he gnash his teeth in anger at the idiocy of the guards who were on guard that night. This is probably the most enraging situation that he had ever come across in his entire life.

“I am a spy of the Lord who brings urgent news from the capital!” his voice almost cracked as he have been shouting nonstop already in order to converse with guards who were on duty. The dark sky was littered with glittering gems and the shining moon in the sky was a nice sight to behold but the man who was bearing urgent news had no time to enjoy the scenery as he was focused on accomplishing his task. He could hear some inaudible sounds from the walls as the guards om duty started discussing with each other on what to do with the current situation.

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“No real spy would reveal his face nor his identity to others so easily! Are you really a spy!?” that annoying voice came once again. The self-proclaimed of Baron Masud was infuriated so much that he really wanted to strangle the owner of that voice to death.

“Listen here you dolt! You better hide while you still can! If I get my hands…Oooooohhhhhh!!! I’ll snuff that neck of yours in half!” he threatened while gesturing pulling something apart with his hands. He was fuming with rage as even his identity as a spy was being questioned by that fool. Would he really reveal him being a spy if those bastards just opened the gates and let through and let him do his job.

“Are your words true!? You’re a spy of our Lord!” another voice came and questioned. Upon hearing a different voice questioning his identity, his rage that started to subside went up again and he was close to going mad by the ridiculousness of the guards.

“OPEN THE DAMN GATES!” his voice filled with all his anger silenced the guards who were gathering around as they start to gossip with each other as they point a finger towards him. He felt like exotic creature that was just presented to a crowd and they were discussing things about him which further infuriated him.

“OPEN THE DAMN GATES!” he repeated.

“No can do! The gates will remain close but we will throw down a rope for you to use and climb up! Leave your weapons down there as to avoid us in having a misunderstanding!” a voice filled with authority came. “Who are you!?” the man outside the gate shouted back after hearing the commanding tone that was being used on him. “I am Captain Kertakk!” was the reply that he got.

“Very well! Throw down the rope!” he shouted back as he removed the sword that was strapped on his waist, he unsheathed the daggers that were on his wrists, thighs and ankles and his other weapons that were hidden in different parts of his bodies. Exclaims of surprise from the guards who were watching him disarm himself reached his ears which made him look up towards them, although the guards can’t clearly see the weapons that he was in possession of, the clanking and chinking sounds along with the small glimmer of metal with the help of the moonlight allowed them to know that the person who they were looking at was in possession of plenty of weapons.

After dropping the last weapon that he had on him, two guards in full gear scaled down the walls and stood in front of him. The two were there to collect all the weapons that belonged to the man who claimed to be a spy of the baron. Upon seeing the number of weapons on the ground, they can’t help but be shocked as there were more than ten different weapons on the ground, some they knew abut while others they can’t figure out as it was the first time that they have seen it.

“Alright, go up now.” One of the guards who scaled down the walls said as his companion began to collect the weapons that were on the ground.

“You better take care of my weapons and not destroy them… Some of them are really hard to obtain… And if I find even a single one of them missing when I collect it back… Be ready since I’ll be having your heads in replacement.” He uttered before turning around as he started to scale up the walls using the rope.

As he finished climbing the walls, he turned around and saw a lot of eyes staring at him. The guards were still on the alert as most of them had their hands on their weapons and ready to strike back when something goes wrong.

“I am Captain Kertakk, me and my boys will be escorting you to the castle.” A man who had several scars on his arms approached him. He just nodded his head in reply and followed along the group of soldiers who were under the lead of their captain.