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Technoblade.
I am writing to you his letter as a letter of warning. Your past actions against the village of Brihan have come to light and have been deemed unacceptable. We need you to come to the council room as soon as possible to discuss further actions. There won’t be any imprisonment or execution but some sort of apology and punishment is needed from you. If you don’t come peacefully by yourself more drastic measures will be taken and we can no longer guarantee an imprisonment free punishment. With that, we hope to see you soon.
Alexander Dell.
Council of Brihan.
It had been almost a week since Techno had received that letter and to be honest, he had mostly forgotten about it. He was retired and all that mattered in his mind were his potatoes...and making sure he didn’t lash out at anyone. Although that didn’t matter as much seeing as he lived in solitude and the only person that ever came to visit was Phil. Yes he was scared of potentially hurting Phil but he at least knew that the man could handle himself, at least long enough for Techno to snap out of his blood crazed self.
So of course, due to him forgetting about the letter, he really wasn’t expecting anything to happen that fine Friday morning. He would get up early as always and begin on chores, maybe do some reading in the afternoon before finishing it off with some hunting at night to satisfy the voices. They were getting better. When he first went into isolated retirement. Oh boy. The voices were not happy with that, constantly yelling at him and demanding blood but over the months they had gotten better, having accepted that this was the new norm for them.
Brushing through his long pink hair, he had just finished braiding it when he heard a knock on the door. His muscles tensed as the voices went crazy, wondering who was out there knocking. It wasn’t Philza as he had a key and just invited himself in. So who was it?
Grabbing his sword, Techno shushed the voices as best as possible, trying to look out the window to see who was disturbing his day. All he could see was a carriage meaning they weren’t an adventurer. Adjusting his grip, he positioned the sword so that when he opened the door it would be out of sight.
“Technoblade. We have come to take you back to the councilmen of Brihan seeing as you have not arrived by yourself. If you don’t come peacefully we will have to use force,” one of the guards spoke up, adjusting his stance in order to show Techno the sword and chains hooked onto his side. It was obvious that the guard was prideful and that annoyed Techno. What he did to the town of Brihan wasn’t that bad compared to other things he has done, so it made sense they weren’t as weary of him but despite that, they should at least know who he is and what he can do.
So letting out a sigh, Techno looked them up and down, his gaze hardening, “I’m not going with you. Now leave me be.” He went to slam the door shut but a foot was in the way, causing him to let out a grunt of frustration all while the voices were having the time of their lives, this being the most action with another person in what felt like years to them.
“It is not your choice. Now, I’m giving you one last chance to come peacefully or force will be used.” Techno just rolled his eyes, barely able to see the slight look of fear in the other guards face. Well at least that one seemed to have some common sense.
“And I said no.” That was apparently the last straw seeing as the prideful guard reached for his sword and chains, quickly slicing at Techno which he expertly dodged. And the price of his door that now had a big slash in it.
“My fucking property value.” Without thinking, Techno quickly slashed his own sword in retaliation, cleanly cutting through the guards head. The other guard stood there in fear as the voices began their chanting.
Finally some action!
Blooood! Lets go
Blood for the Blood God
Been too long
Blood for the Blood God
Blood for the Blood God
Blood for the Blood God
Blood for the Blood God
A sinister grin appeared on Techno’s face as he watched the guards body fall and his head roll to the side. Blood painting his front porch which would be a pain to deal with later but he was still on a high. A blood high.
Glancing at the other guard, his grin only grew as he saw the man glued to the ground in both fear and shock. Yeah he wished for some actual action but right now he was satisfied with only blood. Yes, the sweet smell of blood. This is what he missed.
Raising his sword again, he swiped at the other guard, shocked to see that the young man had managed to dodge his attack. “Oh hoho! Let’s fight!” He snarled, an almost insane look on his face as he jumped off of the railing and towards the guard, sword once again raised in an attacking position. But this time, instead of dodging his attack, the guard parried Techno’s sword, going for an attack of his own which didn’t even come close to hitting Techno.
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD
Yes. This is truly what he missed. The adrenaline rush mixed with the expression of fear on his enemy’s face all tied together with the scent of blood and sweat. It made him want to come out of retirement if only for a little.
But sadly. All good things must come to an end. The guard had some skill, but not nearly enough to defeat Technoblade. Not even close.
“Train for another hundred years and you might have a chance,” were Techno’s final words as he sliced the guard’s head off, the voices growing in volume as flicked the blood off of his sword. He felt good. No, he felt better than good. He felt great, amazing, exceptional, extraordinary. He felt free, and satisfied. The voices finally got what they wanted.
Now it was time for what he wanted. And what he wanted was a nice cup of tea before he would have to inevitably dispose of the bodies and clean his porch. Boy would that be annoying. But for now, a nice cup of chamomile tea was awaiting him along with The Art of War. Cleaning could wait.