"Ugh..."
The streaks of light pierced through my barely open eyelids, causing me to squint. Unable to properly open my eyes, I lay still as a rock, a searing pain cursing throughout my body.
"Oi, this guy looks like he's loaded!" Remarked a malignant, and quickly approaching, voice.
"Hahaha, you're right! I wonder how much we can loot off of this loser..." Chided a second voice, equally as evil as the other.
As the voices closed in on me, feeling begun to return to my body. It started with my fingers and toes, then travelled towards my chest, and then to my head. Perhaps as a result, the light died down to a bearable degree, allowing me to finally open my eyes and take in my surroundings.
Death. I was surrounded by piles upon piles of bodies, each stained with blood, covered in entrails, and faces frozen in fear. Leather and iron armour lay strewn across the battlefield. Pikes, spears, bows, swords, shields, and essentially any weapon that would be practical in a large scale hand-to-hand war, accompanied the armour on the ground.
"Where..." I quizzed, "where am I?"