Thread:Johnathon Strider/@comment-24217012-20180323143848/@comment-24852191-20180401213151


 * Vladimir is dropped to the ground on a hill beneath a great tree. He struggles to look around. Once his weakened eyes adjust, he sees bodies. The bodies of his men lay hewed and disemboweled around the hill and in the small field. Regret takes hold of him as he sighs, knowing his end was near. The ground st his feet was covered in blood. He hears heavy footsteps and looks in front of him to see an executioner with with a large axe. Vladimir’s throat went dry and all he wanted was a drink before his death. But, rather than give him water, the Turks force his head down the ground. The executioner place the blade across Vladimir’s neck and slowly raises his axe. Vladimir cries out as the anticipation was much to great and he needed a drink. The blood on the ground would have to suffice his thirst. Vladimir sticks his tongue out and licks from the pull of blood beneath him. Just as the taste of iron fills his mouth and cools his throat, the executioner’s comes down, ending the great prince’s life.


 * Meanwhile, Saithis and his riders ride own after sunset.