Xeresgate
You manage to escape the bustle of Tressex Square unscathed, and slowly make your way up the long pathway to the outer wall's southern gate. Never having been this far, you're filled with trepidation as the wall seems to grow ever higher as you near it.
You spy, from about 100 yards, the vigilant gate guards, on careful watch. You sneak ever closer, hoping not to stir up any dust and attract attention. The iron gates look truly massive now that you are almost upon them.
As you creep within 20 yards of the gate, a snare that you hadn't seen springs open, dousing your body with rotting animal blood. It doesn't hurt, but it does make you quite visible, if even for a few moments, to the diligent gate guards... and gatehouse archers.
The first loosed arrow strikes you in the left shoulder, barely missing its true mark. You turn in agonizing pain to run when the marksmen atop the gatehouse loose more arrows, the next finding its place in your spine. As you fall in tremendous pain to the ground, you are beset by a rather burly guard, who runs you through with his pike.
It is with your dying breath that you realize that Castle Xeres must have been assaulted by invisible forces before, leaving King Michael with the responsibility of making clever preparations to defend against any further onslaught... and to kill any visibly veiled invaders on sight.
You spy, from about 100 yards, the vigilant gate guards, on careful watch. You sneak ever closer, hoping not to stir up any dust and attract attention. The iron gates look truly massive now that you are almost upon them.
As you creep within 20 yards of the gate, a snare that you hadn't seen springs open, dousing your body with rotting animal blood. It doesn't hurt, but it does make you quite visible, if even for a few moments, to the diligent gate guards... and gatehouse archers.
The first loosed arrow strikes you in the left shoulder, barely missing its true mark. You turn in agonizing pain to run when the marksmen atop the gatehouse loose more arrows, the next finding its place in your spine. As you fall in tremendous pain to the ground, you are beset by a rather burly guard, who runs you through with his pike.
It is with your dying breath that you realize that Castle Xeres must have been assaulted by invisible forces before, leaving King Michael with the responsibility of making clever preparations to defend against any further onslaught... and to kill any visibly veiled invaders on sight.
