How? How could I get myself into this situation
The only thing illuminating my vision being the dim rays of purple light glaring through the burlap sack
Multiple people chanting the same few words
"Kurklap dort frak lagmo"
I dont understand what the words mean but I know well enough that their speaking runic.
How did I get here? Oh yeah I was making a trade, though I can't help but feel as though I've put myself in this situation for agreeing to trade goods in the heart of the night.
"Bring the sacrifice " an old sounding man states in a soothing tone.
'Tap tap tap' the sound of bare feet plopping against the floor, 10 steps, assuming I'm on the other side of the room I can only assume the room is 10 foot long.
A arm grabs me by mine and forces my body into a standing position, something sharp pokes my back so as to warn me that if I don't move forward I will be dead.
"Kurklap dort frak lagmo" the chanting continues to grow louder as I walk closer
I feel the clay tiles upon my feet
these won't work
The rope around my hands
These won't work either
I continue walking
The floor changes to wood as I stumbled over a small step forcing me to bump into a large hard object, pressure hits the back of my knees forcing me to kneel, a palm on the back of my head forces my neck against the edge of the hard object but my head has plenty of room.
Wait is this, a cauldron, iron...
That will work
The old man speaks over the chanters
"using the blood, mind, and body of mortal we will make the body of our true savior, Alza, now that the hero has aged there is nobody who can beat you... Now BEHOLD"
Hard and sturdy
A sharp axe hits the back of my neck...
A loud clang is rung across the room as the axe comes to an abrupt stop on his neck.
I feel the axe on the back of my neck
Hard and sharp
I move my arms in opposite directions with all my strength cutting the wire and I rip the sack off my head revealing a basement and 7 men in red cloaks coving most of their faces, it would t matter if the cloaks showed more face it wouldnt matter because there was a purple light blasting out of the hands of 5 of them, hiding distinguishable factors from their faces.
I'm standing over a makeshift podium with a cauldron in the middle and a very tall man wielding a wood cutting axe.
"Heeeyy, your supposed to die" the tall man says in his dumb voice
"Hit him again then"
He swings again in a slow but heavy swing only to be met by my arms blocking it, I swing my arm towards his wrist resembling a chop.
The hand cutting through as though a swing from a sword forcing the tall man to drop on his knees in reacting for his arm in an attempt to put it back on
His head comes flying off as my hand cuts cleanly through his neck
"H.h.how, a.a.a conduit" the old man stutters out as I approach him
"D.d.d don't kill me" he cries out,
He falls onto his butt
My steps sounding heavy but to the old man they sounded more like booms of thunder.
I crouch down, I pay him on the shoulder and whisper "I expect to be paid extra for this"