He was wrong, so wrong, the tall one, who all knights and soldiers referred to, gave orders to his men the instant it was learned that only a single tribe resided on this small island, all spoke in a strange language to one another, simply hearing their words was enough to bring pain.
They were not simply there to kill them, first, they began by gathering everyone in one spot, surrounding from all sides, spears preventing any hope of running away, anyone that dared to resist, or even raise their voices was severely beaten for everyone to see, their twitching, bruised bodies thrown atop all.
A few cut down trees and tore down habitations, fashioned simple pillars, planting them into the ground, those who had previously opposed them, alongside the strongest men of the tribe, were taken from the mass, tightly tied in place, where they were set to experience their final anguish.
