prelude:

After a year of conflict between Chimor and the Andes the coffers of the empire began to dwindle far from being empty but it was enough to enrage some of the people of the capital city who demanded a quick end to the war and believed that the current government was delaying the final victory for undisclosed reasons

Setting: ChanChan the current capital of the Chimoran empire.

Time: midnight

Three men go running down a dark alley iron swords in one hand torches in their other quite whispering are hard among them Martin, "Hurry its about to begin we cant be late they are counting on us." he says waving the other two men on they take a left and then a right into a courtyard with a makeshift Balisita located in the center one of the men heads to the front and lights the manure and straw type and signals the other two who made sure the thing was ready to go. Martin says, "Come on hugo we got one more to go before we can begin." he says as they both run of and do the same with another small ballista located in an abandoned work yard. Martin turns and looks at Hugo and says smiling, " This our time brother our time to take command from these disorganized cowards. When i give the signal you know what to do."

Location: Outside of the ChanChan Mochen government building Scene: a small band of about 300-500

the gathering of men chanted as they marched toward the capital chanting:

Los huesos podridos están temblando , Del mundo antes de la gran guerra . Hemos roto este terror , Para nosotros una gran victoria.

Continuaremos la marcha , Incluso si todo se rompe ; Porque hoy Chimor nos oye , Y mañana todo el mundo .

Y si no se encuentra en las ruinas de la batalla Mundo entero, por tanto, el diablo puede cuidar ; Construimos de nuevo ..

Y los ancianos pueden reprender , Así que deje que gritan y lloran , Y si el mundo decide luchar contra nosotros , Seguiremos estando los vencedores.

Ellos no quieren entender esta canción, Ellos piensan de la esclavitud y la guerra. Mientras tanto nuestros acres maduran , Bandera de la libertad , vuela !

Continuaremos la marcha , Incluso si todo se rompe ; Libertad aumentó en Chimor , Y mañana el mundo pertenece a la misma

A Group of Mochen fanatics gathered outside the government building they easily out equipped the mob but that would not be enough to stop the already fired up march, a loud bang is heard as a small bronze ball that was hurled from a makeshift mangonal crashed into the Mochens, Martin yelled at the top of his lungs, "NOW." as the night sky was lit up with 10 fire lit bolts all launched from ballistas stationed around the city. The bolts crashed through the walls and windows of the Government building lighting the building on fire. Soon after the mob and the fanatics clashed, several hours would pass the fighting died down and the government building was nothing but ash. The fanatics were clearly victorious 40 of the rebels vs 5 of the guards and also the leader of the rebellion Martin was taken prisoner. The city fell quite once again.