Onward, the group of primes pressed, through the dreary, decrepit scenery of the pale moors. Their break had been for the better, a chance to rest and regroup and gather their senses and strength again. A violent tremor in the earth had spurred them onward again, and they carried on through the darkness and fog, toward the distant, ever-crawling pillar of smoke.
Eventually, they drew near enough to see its source. Perhaps it had once been a town, or village of some sort. A remnant of a time before Darkshire had become the last bastion of civilization in the moors. Here and there, buildings could be seen, patchwork and rough, crumbling in places, but still standing and strong. Around the whole of it, wooden palisades were built, rough and decaying wooden stakes, higher than a man is tall, lashed together with ugly, dripping purple vines. And everywhere, torches and fires burned in the settlement, giving off an eerie purple glow, and belching out thick, ghastly plumes of dark, black smoke.
All save for in the center, where a single structure stood. Pristine, white, untouched by the murk and decay of the moors around it. Some semblance of life grew up near it, a lawn of grass, gray and withering but desperately struggling toward life, ringed it for ten paces in all directions. Trees, with some small amount of leaves clinging to them, stood at either side of the massive double doors of the building. A courthouse, by the look of it. The doors stood wide open, with a heavy, lush purple carpet visible just inside in the edges of the torchlight, before all else was lost to shadow.
The radar of the group pointed right toward the structure. The massive house of law, standing immaculate and strong among the squalor and struggle around it, was the seat of Nebula's power in the moors. There was only one entrance to the town around it, on a roughly carved road through the muck, leading through an opening in the palisades. Patrolled and watched by several individuals, all of them with burning, red eyes. And within the settlement, countless dozens more, all of them hunched and shuffling around, weapons clutched in hand or lashed across their backs or at their belts, each one of them with the beady, burning red eyes of Nebula's soldiers and minions. None of them looked all that strong, but they were terribly numerous.
Eventually, they drew near enough to see its source. Perhaps it had once been a town, or village of some sort. A remnant of a time before Darkshire had become the last bastion of civilization in the moors. Here and there, buildings could be seen, patchwork and rough, crumbling in places, but still standing and strong. Around the whole of it, wooden palisades were built, rough and decaying wooden stakes, higher than a man is tall, lashed together with ugly, dripping purple vines. And everywhere, torches and fires burned in the settlement, giving off an eerie purple glow, and belching out thick, ghastly plumes of dark, black smoke.
All save for in the center, where a single structure stood. Pristine, white, untouched by the murk and decay of the moors around it. Some semblance of life grew up near it, a lawn of grass, gray and withering but desperately struggling toward life, ringed it for ten paces in all directions. Trees, with some small amount of leaves clinging to them, stood at either side of the massive double doors of the building. A courthouse, by the look of it. The doors stood wide open, with a heavy, lush purple carpet visible just inside in the edges of the torchlight, before all else was lost to shadow.
The radar of the group pointed right toward the structure. The massive house of law, standing immaculate and strong among the squalor and struggle around it, was the seat of Nebula's power in the moors. There was only one entrance to the town around it, on a roughly carved road through the muck, leading through an opening in the palisades. Patrolled and watched by several individuals, all of them with burning, red eyes. And within the settlement, countless dozens more, all of them hunched and shuffling around, weapons clutched in hand or lashed across their backs or at their belts, each one of them with the beady, burning red eyes of Nebula's soldiers and minions. None of them looked all that strong, but they were terribly numerous.
Quote:And now, my friends, it is time for a challenge.
Mission: Reach the Courthouse
There is only one route into the small town, guarded by a squad of eight guards. They are reasonably skilled, tough combatants, but nothing special aside from their cohesion as a fighting unit.
Within the town, there are sixty-seven additional pawns and minions of nebula. They all have weapons, and will try and fight to stop you, but they are not particularly strong. Aside from having the survival power and weighing down on you with sheer numbers, they won't pose much of a threat.
Infiltrate the town, or just carve a path through the defenders, and reach the courthouse. Don't expect it to be easy, as while the defenders are not terribly strong, they are entrenched and well-fortified, and know the backstreets and paths of their position very well. Expect ambushes and surprise attacks.
Everyone has one week and up to two posts, with 1500 words total between them, to overcome the challenge. Happy hunting.