Dawn

They were all lined up. All those dark figures, all lined up and shackled in a line with no idea what was to come. At the crack of dawn guards had woken the mall up, as the dim light had peered into the cell illuminating the wet floor. In puddles of urine and water in those cells, Sorbithor could see the deep cuts and gouges across his face, resulting from what he thought looked like an intense wrestle with knives. He smiled gently to himself, pleased with the fact for whatever purpose he was taken, he hadn’t come easily. However that smiled disappeared as the guards had taken them into the brightly lit courtyard and began filing people onto chopping blocks. And so the bloodshed began. Imperial lawyers read out the crimes for which these ‘criminals’ had been prosecuted, as he watched these people of varying filth lay their heads on the rough cut stone blocks, and be taken away to Soverngarde. Finally his come, and he was pushed forward. A stern woman dressed fully in protective armor, inscribed with the dragon insignia of the imperial legion, looked at the paper in her hand. “I can’t find his name listed, well just put him down as petty thievery. To the block” she directed him over, where he took his turn kneeling on the block. It was a cold stone slab, with blood splatter all over it. He could smell the past victims all over it, causing his stomach to rumble. A priest quickly blessed him, before the executioner lifted up a large double headed axe. But he lowered it again, before pointing at the sky. The whole crowd turned, shrieking as Sorbithor watched the executioner get tossed by a large flying mass of black scales. A dragon was attacking the keep.