Unforgivable past

Kris walked over the bridge..it was dark, fires were roaring and you could hear weapons being forged. The orcs watched him carefully as he finally made it to the room. He looked to the dark figure standing in the middle, next to him.. was Caliko. Kris stared mostly at Cal as he listened to the figure. “You wish to earn your brothers freedom.” Kris nodded “what ever it takes..” the figure is as silent and nodded to the orcs. An orc grabber his arm and was handed a heated brand, he then took it and stamped Kris’s forearm. Kris clenched his teeth but kept his eyes on his brother. He looked down at the brand, it was an eye with fire. Kris looked to the figure once more as it spoke “You are a capable warrior..I want you to break the spirits of the free people.” Kris glared but then glanced to his brother. “What needs to be done..” he said Hesitantly. The figure held up a hand “You are to go to the North downs, there you will instill fear into the free people in the villages and make them begin to give us resources. Do that and I may release your brother.” Kris shut his eyes and reopened them, he put a armoured mask on and pulled a hood up he also put on dark garbs and grabbed a curved sword. He walked to a horse outside the dreaded gates of Angmar, there..a party of Orcs stood waiting for him. He mounted the horse, the leader of the Orcs looked up "Are you ready mauler?" it grinned and they rode to the first village. He just walked into its gates, he was met by a guard, “can I help you sir?” Kris then raises a hand and arrows flew into the village, he unsheathed his sword and killed the guard with a quick swing to his gut. He marched into the village and cut down more people as the orcs set fire. As the weeks passed, more villages burned and eventually they began to send tribute to Angmar. Kris marched back into the palace, he kicked the door “A deal is a deal. Now release him.” Kris glared at the dark figure, caliko stood up for on a chair and looked to Kris for a long moment, the figure rose as well “You are strong and could be so much stronger..” caliko then glared at Kris “Kristophor. I am not leaving. So you better leave, because trying is useless. I don’t want to be saved.” Kris felt his heart drop, he felt weak in his legs “ Caliko..no please.” Kris pulled his mask down, revealing older scars and new wounds “ I have searched for you! I have done things unimaginable for you! Please come with me! Let’s have the old times, when we adventured and we laughed! Caliko please!” Kris pleaded as tears streamed down his cheeks, catching the cuts and bring blood down. Caliko stares coldly at him “leave now. You have a few minutes to leave before you get killed.” Kris stood up, his eyes filled with sorrow “Caliko...” he then looked down and let his head hang as he was taken by the Orcs and brought to a chamber, he was whipped, branded and tortured for days..close to death. His brother came into the room and grabbed him "Leave." He dragged him to the gates and had a horse waiting. Kris looked once more as he climbed onto the horse and trotted away. He stared at the ground as he rode “why..” he said. He stopped eventually at a lake, he stepped off his horse and stood by the water, he looked at his hands. To him, all he could see was blood. The blood he spilt...for what he thought was a cause but only turned out to be nothing. He tried to wash his hands but the blood stayed. He let his head hang low. He then raised his head to the sky “why was I so foolish.” He then stood up and walked to his horse, he kicked him and rode south to a town he knew very well.