Burned fields of gold

Godfrey was travelling around Fiore with a contingent of his soldiers and he was approached by farmers while he was staying in an inn. They asked him to deal with a rich manor owner that lived in their area and always had the biggest harvest every year, outcompeting the petty farmers of the area. They had come together and agreed something had to be done against him and all brought in some of their savings. This money, a small price, they offered to Godfrey he would undermine Mr. Jekis production. They wouldn’t have needed to offer money for that, they already offered nearly nothing, Godfrey gladly accepted to relieve his boredom. He ordered his men to set up camp and he road off to the manor of Mr. Jekis.


Godfrey was dressed in chainmail and his worn down heraldic coat which showed the skull of a stag. His face was covered with the faceplate of his helmet, his eerie blue glowing eyes shone bright in the darkness of the night. His shield hung on the left side of his saddle and his great-axe, Bator, hung on the right. A torch was in his right hand and he held the reins of his horse, in his left hand. His horse had a dull white colour, it’s eye’s where red and its mouth sprayed yellow foam. The moon was full, and the sky was clear, the usage of a torch was not necessary at all and its purpose wasn’t to light the road but to burn the fields. It was in Godfrey’s luck that it had been try the last couple of days and that the wind was blowing substantially. Jekis’s farmlands shouldn’t be that far away anymore.


Godfrey dismounted next a field of gold, the grain was ripe for harvest and had turned yellow gold. He lowered the torch, holding it in the field which soon caught fire and he mounted again. The flames licked at the plants next to them, cackling loudly. The wind blew from his side and the flames spread as fast as the wind. With in a few seconds a large area was burning, and it would only take a couple of minutes for the field to stand fully ablaze. He road of the next field and repeated it. Hounds started to bark as they smelled the flames and Godfrey looked at the manor. A black silhouette moved away from the farm and smaller silhouettes sprinted ahead. He ist coming, though Godfrey. He moved his torch to his left hand, grabbed his axe and spurred his horse. The horse snorted, the fire and the dogs scarred it somewhat, but it knew what it had to do. One of the dogs got closer and jumped at the horse’s throat but Godfrey turned the horse sideways and swung down his axe. The dog felled groaning of pain on its side and soon fell silent. Godfrey charged ahead at the next dog whom was met with axe as well, breaking its spin. Godfrey jumped off his horse and threw his torch on the ground to grab his axe in two hands when Jekis was close by. The man was afraid, afraid of the eerie knight with it’s abnormal glowing eyes and its large axe. He shouted and cried at the same time as he charged with his pitchfork. Godfrey moved the fork to the left with his axe and grabbed Jekis his throat with his right hand. He lifted the man up and looked in his eyes, his eyes displayed a fear and his bladder said the same as it emptied. “Ignis Incitamentum” Whispered Godfrey in a hoarse voice, the mark on his hand. The cross with three hooks glow hot red as flames surrounded his right hand and scorched Jekis throat who cried out in pain and then there was silence. Godfrey picked up his torch and walked to the manor. He entered the manor and came out later, flames poured out of the windows and the chimney. The inferno went over to the barn and cows bleated in fear. Godfrey raised himself in the saddle of his horse, who danced with a slight fear. Off he went, to collect his due.