John Falstaff scratch a leg with the other and curse this island. He is in the service of a noble knight for a long time, but never saw such horrible piece of land.
There is no wander the people there are so twisted!
The weather was nothing but an agitated storm, reflecting our thoughts and consciences. Because we was bad, from the moment we put the foot on the land, start killing innocent people who beg us for their lives.
Even the ships hold enough food, we took the last piece of food we could find and burn what we could not take it.
The fun last long in the night, next to the fire light and accompanied by the screams of those dying. Women young enough and children was spared for the slave traders, the rest was put to death.
A priest jump in my face with a big cross, like he was fighting with Satan, but in the next moment his head roll on the ground with big eyes wondering how that was possible.
We, the squires was allowed to have some fun with the future slaves and plunder as much as we want, that certainly we did!
It wasn't much of a fight murdering the civilians, plunder and burn everything in our path. The screaming of a harridan with the entrails reversing from belly stop it after one of my fellow squires put an end to his misery.
We had fun with a headless trunk stubborn enough to make a few rotations before falling down, but the biggest fun was when we pissed of on the Order flags before throwing on fire!
A few examples was made, by cutting the tongues and get out the eyes of those we thought they are responsible for running this place.
Because their higher social position, they was allowed to live with a few modifications.
All the settlement was nothing but a big torch in the end, easily can be seen from the ships where we return for depart.
It was a hell of a job, if you ask me and our brave commanders deserve a medal for this!