The year was 1521. The place was Tenochtitlan, head of the Triple Alliance of the Aztec Empire. The island-city had just been conquered following a ninety day siege by a coalition of Spanish Conquistadors and their Nahua-speaking allies from neighboring city-states. Weakened by starvation and smallpox, the surviving Mexica were at the mercy of their conquerors’ insatiable lust for gold.
William de Leftwich Dodge
In a Pochteca Guild Hall, four Aztecs were confined to a storeroom amid sacks of cocoa beans and bolts of cotton cloth - the majority of the Guild’s liquid wealth, which the Spaniards
had no interest in.
- Consecrated to Father Death, Warrior and elderly Eagle Knight
- Jumping Spider, Merchant and luxury goods trader
- Pepper Knight, Capsaicinurge and mighty warrior prone to ignominious pratfalls
- Toppled Cactus, Fool and sideshow dwarf from the city's menagerie
Their hands were tied and they only had a moment to contemplate what they would do next, before a group of hairy men from the other side of the world hustled them out into the banquet hall.