The shroud of the night have arrived. And as the small-folks slumber, you marched upon them.
The imps were smart. Not people-smart, but smart enough to count. Together, they counted that the village have 232 people, including men, women, children and old people. Out of the 232, 10 of them seems to be full time militia and 20 of them part-time. But you can assume that every man can be armed with any of the farming impliments, of course.
And for the Record, out of the 232 people, 121 were women of varying ages, 31 of those are young girls. The remainder 111 are men of varying ages where 21 of those are young boys. No doubt it used to be 22, but we all know what happened to the 22nd one.
-Logain-
You climbed the Keep's walls to the battlements where the two Spikers are to gain vintage of the village. It's a good view here tonight. The Moon is full and the night is not all too dark. It would've been better had the night been darker, but it will have to do. You can already smell the life force drifting in the air, such delicious, supple life force of the living. Of the weak.
The scream that came in the air were almost as delicious..
-Adamas-
You've been waiting, practicing, at the gates of the Keep. Your thrusts and swings felt.. slow, sluggish. As if you haven't fully awaken your full potential yet. But while your body does not move as fast as you wished it to be, your skills had not declined. You are still a master of your spears as you once were.. perhaps in time, you can become just as legendary as you were again, perhaps.
Your thoughts were interrupted by a scream in the night not so far away.
-Gorram-
Well, you've been assigned to peasant duty, it seems. And since you haven't really decided what to do yet, it seems like a good idea as any to go hang out with Adamas. It is mildly amusing watching him attack the air, after all. Maybe you can tease him about having imaginary friendamies? that'd be quite cruel indeed.
But not as cruel as what you plan to do to the living just beyond these walls.. oh you can already feel the taste of decay in your skeletal mouth.. well, the decay that you'll be bringing them, at least.
Then, you hear a scream not so far away in the distance..
-ReXbrand-
You've gathered five stones, for whatever reason known only to you, and jumped off of the Keep's battlement and onto a roof along with your hunting pets in hope of travelling to the Militia's small stone keep.
Half way down to the roof, you've suddenly realize that you're wearing a heavy full suit of metal plates, and the roof below you are just straw and sticks. It is this moment that you realize, that you've fucked up.
You crashes through the hay roof of a house closest to the Keep, causing a very loud racket as pots, pans and all of the metal things ever were knocked out of your way or smashed under your weight, making so much noise that it is quite impossible for anyone inside to not hear you.
And hear you they did. A woman and her two young girls, none older than tweleve, stared in horror at the Knight and two creatures that crashed through their roof. And before you could act, they all screamed at the top of their lungs in horror.