In the morning, a line of wagons slowly made their way down the road, on their way to the feast being prepared. The Lord hosting the feast was well known for his avarice, pride, and power, and many of the nobles were making their way to his new castle to rub shoulders, make connections, and try to gain favour with their new Lord.
The new castle in the South had been abandoned for decades, and it had a long history of bloodshed and battle behind it. It had been built as a monument for some long forgotten conqueror, and each time the castle had fallen into new hands, the messier the conflicts had been. Finally common folk and noble alike just abandoned the lands fearing ghosts and superstition.
Of course, the Lord had gained his castle the exact same way. He had put the few remaining villages and townships scattered around the lands to the sword, to move his loyal subjects in, and then claimed the castle and the lands as a victory in the name of his Majesty the King. As a loyal vassal of the King, he rewarded himself with the lands and castle.
The Lord welcomed his guests to his new castle with flourish and pomp. His servants trailed behind him, offering treats and morsels to the assembled nobles. Bards sang epic songs of fallen heroes, and the feast was given out. By mid-afternoon, many of the nobles had begun to mingle with each other.
As goblets of wine were passed out by the Lordâ€™s servants and the deserts served on silver platters, the nobles began to wander their separate ways to explore the castle, speak with other people, or take a breath of fresh air. One minor lord, Johannen, got drunk and retched all over the quiet stable boy, Choco.
Eventually, night fell, and most of the lords and ladies chose to take a rest before moving on back to their own lands and castles. When Johannen stumbled up to the Lordâ€™s chambers to apologize for ruining his feast, he found himself throwing up yet again.
The Lordâ€™s chambers had a huge four-poster bed in the middle, draped with silk. His maid was gutted, her corpse strewn across the bed. A couple of servants had also been done in with. There was a tapestry on the wall that the Lord had commissioned that depicted him standing with broadsword in hand, corpses at his feet. Clearly someone had felt that this was quite tacky, as they had pinned the Lord to the tapestry with their sword.
The alarm was raised. Panicked, the nobility rushed with their baggage to the gates to find them all slamming shut. The guards refused to let anyone out until the murderers were found and justice was executed.
A thick air of tension filled the castle as the nobility went the separate ways, many of them keeping their hand on their sword hilt. Even nobles who had been trusted allies for years refused to speak to one another. There had to be a way out.