Chapter II
Aarkan had woken up to loud screams. He put on his clothes and went to check what the source of these screams was. He ran outside of his hut, only to see that the followers of Zaros had sacked the town during the night. Many of the huts and tents in the town were burned to the ground, and the city wall was destroyed. Some of the men in the town died trying to overcome these black and red clad knights.Arrows and bodies were strewn all over the village, and the chief, who was also Aarkan's father, was badly injured. His helmet had been crushed by a warhammer, and a symbol of Zaros was branded into his back.
'Father...' sobbed Aarkan. 'what has happened to you?'
'My son... the legions of Zaros... they attacked the village during the night.' said the chief, whose name was Gaol. 'They desecrated the shrine of our gods with their heretical footsteps...but there was nothing we could do. They killed so many of our men, they ravaged our women, but for some reason they spared you.'
Gaol coughed, and closed his eyes. 'My son, Aarkan, I want you to leave Avarrocka. It is not safe here.'
'But...' Aarkan whimpered.
'Go.' Gaol commanded. 'I shall arrange for you to be escorted to Fallandorn, the base of Armadyl's legions. At least you shall be safe there. You shall leave at sunset. Now go, my son.'
Aarkan had packed what few belongings he had: a grey hooded tunic, an old, dusty longsword, as well as a bow, quiver, a few dozen arrows, as well as some chicken, bread, a keg of beer, and a few hundred coins. He had also worn a silver amulet given to him by his father. Sunset had finally arrived, and Aarkan met the escorts at the gate (or at least what used to be the gate) to the village.
'Let's go.' he said.