The Brave Group, Readied, their followers cheering from the crowd, The Knight, The Sapper, The Jackknife and their trusted Priest, Acolyte of Gordon Blue.
They left from the North Gate, Searched the Ruins of former houses, marked them with the orange paint. Nothing of importance. A scrap of cloth, a rusty dagger. The Priest found something interesting, learnt something new, something that would come in handy for the day to come. The Knight, focused on doing his job, also became acutely aware of the situation at hand, but sadly too late. As they entered a familiar shop, the sapper turned to his group, excited to have found a shop of trinkets, right up his alley. Too late, the shopkeeper ripped out his neck.
The fought on, building by building, clearing the way, marking the houses are ready to burn. Some, things were worth keeping. A door, a frying pan, some old forgotten farm tools, the city would be happy. Without an influx of metal, life is getting harder.
A building, tattered cloths in the windows, a marking too familiar, the team take a step back, a single look between them, no, this is enough, time to return.
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