The Children of Eris
There were more than thirty large merchant ships and fourteen military vessels in Black Port, with more than enough room to evacuate thousands of people in the city.
However, not all of the ships docked were willing to wait when they heard the alarm bells.
Six merchant ships had departed right away and were already halfway out of the bay.
The docks were so overcrowded with scared civilians that people were pushing each other into the water just to try and make it on board a ship.
The legionnaires on the military vessels had wanted to come off their boats and into the city to help the other defenders, but found themselves stuck on their boats because of the large crowds forcing their way on board.
“Please, let us through!” A commander begged. “We have to do what we can to help and can’t depart without-”
Someone threw a rock at him, making the legionnaires under his command draw their swords and raise their shields.
“Let us on already!”
“Hurry up before we’re killed!”
“Take my baby, at least! Please!”
“People, we will but first you must-”
The commander then saw a figure floating in the air wearing a brown cloak and carrying a wooden stave. The figure fired a fireball into the back of the crowd, setting many people on fire who desperately dove into the water.
“Get us out of here, now!” The commander ordered. “Get as many people on as possible in five minutes; then, we’re departing!”
Back at the gates, Olaf, his sergeant and a hundred men of the city watch were still fighting.
Despite their efforts, they weren’t strong enough to hold back the undead who swept through them and into the city streets, breaking into people’s homes and cutting down everyone they saw, whether they were a man, woman or child.
As Olaf continued to fight, he struggled to keep himself standing.
He was exhausted, from his night shift and from the fight, and he was wounded.
He almost collapsed onto his knees but steadied himself against a nearby building, slowly taking in everything he was seeing and hearing.
The sight of battle before him, the sounds of people running behind him, the screams of people dying all around him.
I’d heard the rumours of the Great Disaster, but this. He ground his teeth and battled another skeleton, cutting it in half. This is beyond what I imagined.
As Olaf cut down one final skeleton, two more skeletons leapt at him, one stabbed him in his stomach and the other slit his throat.
As Olaf fell flat on his face, the last thing he saw was the full might of the undead horde breaking through what remained of his men.
At the docks, all but three ships had departed, leaving thousands of people behind as thousands more fled the city.
Those who had been left behind tried to climb onto the last three boats, but all three were quickly sunk by a barrage of fireballs.
With no other choice left, many people simply jumped into the water and tried to swim away, but the undead horde had finally reached the docks and continued the slaughter.
The skeleton archers fired arrows at those who tried to swim away, sinking arrows into the backs of their victims, as the unarmed skeletons cut through the crowd.
With every death, the city grew more and more silent, until, at last, there were no humans left in Black Port.
Then, the undead stopped and stared out of the port towards the retreating ships.
The liches landed in front of them and did the same.
They didn’t shoot their fireballs or cast any other magic.
They simply stared until the last ship was out of sight.
Once it was gone, the Lich King that David had appointed began casting his magic on the corpses in Black Port.
One by one, the flesh fell from their bodies, turning them into new soldiers for his army.
The other liches began doing the same and a few began reviving the skeletons that had fallen during the assault itself.
When they had finished, the undead horde had grown to seventy-thousand strong.
By the time that the riders and reports had spread to Themis and the other cities of the empire, Black Port had long since been destroyed.
Within a week, news had spread throughout the Holy Empire of the attack and of the gathering undead army in the city’s ruins.