On trial

"Okay....Wake up!... barbarian." Icy cold water danced on your body as you groggily took in your surroundings. It seemed not mere moments ago you were on the battlefield, your battlefield. But now you were in a dark and murky cell, rats scurrying by looking for food. Looking up your gaze falls on a plump guard. "The Red King requests your presence, time for your hearing." the portly guard snarls with a sadistic smile.

You cant help but chuckle to yourself while your led through the castles halls. Chains surround your body, ankle chains, neck chains, wrist chains, not to mention your surrounded by ten of the kings honor guards them self. You must really be something, seeing that it takes numerous threats by the guards to get your large figure to move at all. Idle guards, guests, and laborers alike stop and stare as you saunter down the lavish halls, not an ounce of fear in your step, a rather intimidating sight.

After a short while you arrive in what although looks like a huge court room, is extremely furnished and decorated, much different from the grimy cells you were once in. Seats are filled to maximum; men, dwarves, eleves, orcs, gnomes and much more are in attendance, as many want to see the legendary Iron Bear on trial. And in the center of the room, on tall pedestals sit the leaders of the seven kingdoms.

You stood in the center of the room, chained to the floor with ten honor guards surrounding you. Although numerous scars laced your body, they did nothing to hinder the magnificence of your physique. Wearing only a loin cloth you couldn't help but notice most of the woman in the large room struggling not to touch themselves at the view of your defined and rock like body. Your roguish handsomeness the center of attention.

"So.....You are Iron Bear hmm?" In the utmost center sits a gruff tired man, wearing a red robe with an emblem of a phoenix sewed on its back. As the old man speaks, most if not all of the attendance bow in respect. But your body stood proud and tall before the man, even with ten spears not an inch from your neck. The old man continued to talk, speaking of your many exploits and the trouble you had caused the royal nations. Whenever he asked you to defend yourself (As if it would help..) you stood silent, not out of defiance but rather because you wouldn't dare speak his language....... nor did you know how to.

"In light of this evidence, you have been charged as a war criminal against the crown, the punishment is ****!" he spoke, preparing to bang his gavel. Most would quake in fear of this news but you stood indifferent, Eh **** was inevitable for someone like you. But what they didn't realize was that if you died either way, you were definitely taking some guards with you if not the king himself.

But before you could even start breaking your chains and unleashing your wrath, a feminine voice spoke out from among the crowd.