A huge half-breed giant fully seven feet tall thrust
him through with a spear point and casually levered the honed steel
blade out of the boy's body again as he marched past without even so
much as breaking his stride.
They broke into all buildings and searched for any males of noble
birth. There were none such, of course, except in the House proper.
These they brought out kicking and screaming, one by one, to the top of
the front steps.
They were immediately confronted by a tall, fearsome-looking man who
appeared to be the leader of the invaders and summarily thrust through
with the sword and their lifeless bodies cast down the stone steps.
The more the dead were piled up, the more terrified the living became
as they were dragged to the fore and arrived at the stark sight of the
growing pile of bodies.
None were of fighting quality. Either too old or too young, they were
nonetheless potential claimants or heirs to the Deed of the House of
Rababull, and systematically eliminated.
The killing process only stopped when the executioners finally ran out
of heirs.
Then, the final prize, virile young Puffat was dragged out between two
bedraggled but powerful-looking swordsmen, his gangrenous leg causing
him much agony, making pathetic attempts to free himself and loudly
protesting his innocence to whatever gods there be.
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