Insurgence

~ Fall of the Incan Empire • Player discretion is advised ~ The cool, crisp air fills her lungs as she treks up the beaten path, hands bound to a single branch, unable to stop her mind wandering with each agonising step. Her long braids stick to her face, laden with sweat and dirt, stripped down to nothing but cloth, while she watches the enemy toy with her precious jewels and accessories as though it were a game. Eyes narrowed, her jaw clenches with a hint of malice, trudging through the muck—another innocent soul struggling to keep up, stumbles to their knees in front of her. The group stop abruptly, chests heaving, and limbs shaking with exhaustion, bowing their heads as the Inca tribesmen storm past with a fierce agenda. She knows what is to come, trying desperately to help the woman to her feet—kneeling while using the branch as a lever, but she is too weak to hold on. Her eyes widen as the tribe begins to surround the woman, their steely gaze searing her flesh, drawing their blades. It’s then that she decides to strike. Without a moment's hesitation, she circles her leg around the nearest man, thrusting him headfirst into the branch acting as her mobile prison before falling to the ground with a heavy thud. Amaru’s posse barely has time to react as she rises to her feet, using the branch like an anchor, swinging her legs up and over it in a somersault. Her feet come crashing down onto another Inca tribesman attempting to intervene, her eyes blazing like hot coals in the wind, spurring the others to follow suit. Before long, a battle ensues as men and women fight for their freedom, refusing the will of a tyrant, whose obsession with the Sun God has cost them dearly. Reaching for his blade, she cuts through her bindings before standing tall amidst the chaos, her voice like an omen descended from the heavens. “You are either with us or against us! But know this… The age of the snake is over. And may the soil lie light upon him!”