/lit/ - Literature

Just as he finished dressing up and ready to leave, someone knocked on his door. It was not a simple knocking, but a strong and demanding one.
"Aye, it's open."
The door opened and a pair of knights entered. Then another pair, and another, and another. Eight knights in total entered the room. This spectacle left Islod without much of an impression, for he half expected something to happen before leaving.
"What is the matter?"
"Islod, also known as... Blacksting?" asked a knight, reciting the last word with a certain growl.
"Don't you like my title?"
"Lord Adrian, voivode of Rotgut requires your presence."
"This is one shady way to invite someone to your estate."
"Lord Adrian demands your presence" he repeated, insisting on it.
"And if I refuse" asked Blackstig resting his hand on the black sting.
"You will come..." the knight spoke again, placing emphasis on will.
"The fuck I will!”
The knight, with all of his confidence, opened and closed his mouth a few times like a fish on dry land, words piling up in his throat but never having the guts to spill them out. He started to sweat and he turned as red as a shiny apple. Looking around, he saw that none of his mates were willing to back him up; this is Blacksting after all.
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Leave the obvious behind. I know it's le shite fantasy, but what can I do? I love sword and sorcery.