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E ven with such a powerful position , however, all h e ’d ever wanted was to ge t away from Tarapoto. His dream was to o ne day lead the soldiers at the capital, Cuzco. All that h e had desir ed for years was to be what his older brother, Minco , was now- the Protector of the largest city in the Empire, to be in charge of thousands of warriors .
Ayar was standing in the pretty town square , getting more and more bored by the minute as he chatted the day away with some of the local dignitaries when the first screams began from the outskirts of town . Feeling a dark rush of adrenaline, Ayar made quick apologies and excused himself from the nobles , rushing to ring on the golden alarm bell that would rally his consignment of men to his side . They gathered in the square in record time, having heard the screams for aid themselves and without the need for any orders , Ayar led them racing to those in need .
As Ayar and his men round ed a bend in the street , the sight assaulted their senses and stopped the breath in his chest . There what looked like a handful of men, were kneeling on the ground ...and eating some of his people. It only took a moment to realise that these c reatures were no longer human. Their faces were blank and colourless , their skin all bloodi ed and torn. As these evil monsters heard the soldiers approach, the y abandoned what was left of the mutilated bodies and charged with hungry intent towards th ese new targets. Somehow , t hey seemed to kno w that these heavily armoured men would make fine additions to their ranks .
Ayar was the first t o meet with the undead invaders . His trusty axe landed perfectly on top of the lead beast’s head. The sound that a ccompanied his strike was surprisingly not a heavy crack. Instead, Ayar felt a revulsion rising in the form of bile at the dull, wet squish instead . Ayar wrestled the axe free, the now still monster toppled forward never to move again .
The stench filled his nostrils and his stomach rolled as more of the undead met this fate at the hands of Ayar’s men. F ifty well-drilled soldiers made light and quick work of this handful of the undead. Suffering the loss of only two of his own men , they sent the marauding creatures straight back to hell.
The soldiers of Tarapoto looked down at their slain foes with a fierce pride, cheering and rejoicing at their decisive victory. Ayar , however , not so happy; he needed to know more about these beasts. Where did they come from and were thes e few the only ones?
Fresh screams gave him at least one of the ans wer s he sought, but he could also sense by these calls for help that it was mor e than just a handful of those creatures they would face next time . The noise was coming from right in the centre of the city, punctuated by the rapid ringing of the alarm bell. How had they gotten so deep inside the city this quickly ? Grimly setting his jaw, Ayar sped towards the distress call with his troop of faithful soldiers’ r ight behind him.
As they turned into the normally well - kept square , Ayar saw that the remainder of his men were already battling against the deadly horde ...and losing. Several hundred u ndead were already sweep ing over his men like a brutal tidal wave, washing away the living as it picked up speed and power . T he screams he heard were coming not only from the people of the town , they were c oming from his own men . They were calling out to the gods, to Ayar, to their mothers , to anyone who would listen- and this time, there would be no answer.
Without a moment ’s hesitation , Ayar joined the battle. He and his men who had followed him tried in vai n to stem the unholy flood of the undead. It was a hopeless task- t here were simply too many to hold back . F or every two creatures the men managed to kill , they l ost at least one of their own. The soldiers watched in open-mouthed shock as each of their fallen comrades rose up again , only to begin fighting sh oulder to shoulder
E ven with such a powerful position , however, all h e ’d ever wanted was to ge t away from Tarapoto. His dream was to o ne day lead the soldiers at the capital, Cuzco. All that h e had desir ed for years was to be what his older brother, Minco , was now- the Protector of the largest city in the Empire, to be in charge of thousands of warriors .
Ayar was standing in the pretty town square , getting more and more bored by the minute as he chatted the day away with some of the local dignitaries when the first screams began from the outskirts of town . Feeling a dark rush of adrenaline, Ayar made quick apologies and excused himself from the nobles , rushing to ring on the golden alarm bell that would rally his consignment of men to his side . They gathered in the square in record time, having heard the screams for aid themselves and without the need for any orders , Ayar led them racing to those in need .
As Ayar and his men round ed a bend in the street , the sight assaulted their senses and stopped the breath in his chest . There what looked like a handful of men, were kneeling on the ground ...and eating some of his people. It only took a moment to realise that these c reatures were no longer human. Their faces were blank and colourless , their skin all bloodi ed and torn. As these evil monsters heard the soldiers approach, the y abandoned what was left of the mutilated bodies and charged with hungry intent towards th ese new targets. Somehow , t hey seemed to kno w that these heavily armoured men would make fine additions to their ranks .
Ayar was the first t o meet with the undead invaders . His trusty axe landed perfectly on top of the lead beast’s head. The sound that a ccompanied his strike was surprisingly not a heavy crack. Instead, Ayar felt a revulsion rising in the form of bile at the dull, wet squish instead . Ayar wrestled the axe free, the now still monster toppled forward never to move again .
The stench filled his nostrils and his stomach rolled as more of the undead met this fate at the hands of Ayar’s men. F ifty well-drilled soldiers made light and quick work of this handful of the undead. Suffering the loss of only two of his own men , they sent the marauding creatures straight back to hell.
The soldiers of Tarapoto looked down at their slain foes with a fierce pride, cheering and rejoicing at their decisive victory. Ayar , however , not so happy; he needed to know more about these beasts. Where did they come from and were thes e few the only ones?
Fresh screams gave him at least one of the ans wer s he sought, but he could also sense by these calls for help that it was mor e than just a handful of those creatures they would face next time . The noise was coming from right in the centre of the city, punctuated by the rapid ringing of the alarm bell. How had they gotten so deep inside the city this quickly ? Grimly setting his jaw, Ayar sped towards the distress call with his troop of faithful soldiers’ r ight behind him.
As they turned into the normally well - kept square , Ayar saw that the remainder of his men were already battling against the deadly horde ...and losing. Several hundred u ndead were already sweep ing over his men like a brutal tidal wave, washing away the living as it picked up speed and power . T he screams he heard were coming not only from the people of the town , they were c oming from his own men . They were calling out to the gods, to Ayar, to their mothers , to anyone who would listen- and this time, there would be no answer.
Without a moment ’s hesitation , Ayar joined the battle. He and his men who had followed him tried in vai n to stem the unholy flood of the undead. It was a hopeless task- t here were simply too many to hold back . F or every two creatures the men managed to kill , they l ost at least one of their own. The soldiers watched in open-mouthed shock as each of their fallen comrades rose up again , only to begin fighting sh oulder to shoulder
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