Ulfnar

[Thorgal]

Tämä tarinan saattavat lukijat tuntea nimellä Ulfnar-kin. En pitänyt nimestä, jotenka lyhensin sen pelkäksi Ulfnariksi. Toisin kuin Ulfar-kin, tämä tarina on pitempi ja toivottavasti parempi. Pistäkää rehellistä palautetta takasin.

Sergeant Alerich made his way through the ramshackle village that surrounded the industrial city of Kasr March. Everywhere he looked, there were soldiers. Thousands of soldiers had occupied the trenches and ramshackle-made houses of the looters who had lived there before they were captured and enslaved by the Forces of the Council. He looked towards an old watchtower, made from a hull of an imperial chimera, planks, rope and mesh plates.
Before the Forces of the Council were formed, the looters had been a pain in the neck of all enforcers.

He came to the gates of the city and two kasrkins barred his way. The one on the left had his helmet replaced with a red mask and the other one stank like rotten fish. He raised his hand to salute. "In the honour and protection of the council!" he yelled.
The guards saluted him and opened the gates to the city. As Alerich walked past the guards, he could sense the barely controlled blood thirst of the masked guard and hear, how the other one vomited blood and flies.

He walked the main street towards a great, tower-like structure. There were even more soldiers in the city than in the village. They were truly colourful mob. Some had their uniforms swapped for tight, leather costumes. They had even tied tight chains around their necks, preventing them from breathing properly. Some were cutting and whipping themselves, while others were torturing their unfortunate slaves.
Some were eating rotten meat and drinking bloody milk. Boils and sores ravaged their faces. Some of them were bloated like balloons. Most of them were vomiting blood and flies like the guard at the gates.
In the alleys, he could spy soldiers who were howling with rage. They were clawing at the walls of the buildings, while others were hacking their slaves apart with axes and their bare hands. They then collected their heads and took them to a crude, bronze idol.
As he became closer to the tower, the streets became silent.
All the soldiers had gone, even slaves were not there.
Then suddenly he heard something, like something was burning.
He turned his gaze and saw a cloaked figure behind a trashcan.
Inside the cloak, his body was burning with multi-coloured flames. Then soldiers started to come from the alleys. They were mutated beyond the ways beyond thinking. They had grown extra limbs; tails, tentacles or their body parts were dislocated. Their skin was multi-coloured and some even had huge, extended maws.

He finally came to the doors of the tower. Sometime ago, the doors had an imperial aquila engraved upon them. But now, a huge, bulbous eye grew there. The aquila engraving had been replaced with a eight-pointed star. As he came closer to the door, the eye suddenly opened and stared at him. He raised his hand to salute and said: “Drizz’lah nake’thlac adlekha sharr!” The eye suddenly closed and the doors opened. He took few steps in and the doors behind him closed.