![]() It saw him for the first time and charged, the beast's shadow lengthening over him. It was at this moment that Zaros acted, and with one thunderous cry he signalled the demons to retreat and captured the beast's attention. I'll admit, in that moment, I questioned his superiority.Īfter an hour, most of my demons lay slain, the beast now sported a dozen heads. They fought on, but for every head they removed it grew two more - an impressive ability, worthy of absorption, but with such an ability its victory over us was just a matter of time, and Zaros simply watched. ![]() The beast fought back with such savagery, killing many demons, but my troops were well disciplined and did not rout. I turned back in time to see four heads regrowing in place of the severed two, and my tsutsaroth being thrown about and set upon. It had lost both of its heads, and I turned to Zaros with pride at the ease of our victory. As it moved in to feast, the trap was sprung - my tsutsaroth roped its limbs and heads, pulling in all directions, while my smaller troops hacked at its necks. The beast was reptilian, with a low-slung body that sprouted two finned heads. We did not have to wait long for it to emerge from its lair. We lured it out with a buffet of sacrifices taken from nearby villages and chants of 'Hail Loarnab'. In order to lay claim to this region and establish a foothold, we were ordered to kill this beast. They worshipped it like a god, and while it is true that the beast had divine power, it was still just a beast - albeit one with awareness of and purpose in its actions. Like a stray virius, feed it once and it will harass you forever more. The locals paid tribute to it by way of sacrifice, in hopes of keeping it appeased, but they were only providing it with a feeding trough. We arrived in a region that was ruled over by (though it would perhaps be more accurate to say terrorised by) a beast that the local tribes had named Loarnab. To transport even this handful of troops such a distance was a remarkable feat, but to bring forth the rest would require a huge expenditure of energy - one that would weaken even him. To this end, he had brought a maniple of my legion - just over one hundred Avernic shock troops to this place known as Gielinor, to scout the area in preparation for the arrival of his entire host. My legion - the first legion - was rightly chosen for the honour of being the first to witness it. Herein lies an account of the arrival of the first legions of Zaros to Gielinor.Īlthough Zaros's easy manipulaton of our autocratic leader had been impressive, the twelve legions he now owns have yet to see his military acumen.
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