(Color scene, all characters)
Darkness never fell last night, the ruddy glow of the fires of Dale illuminating the horizon to perpetual dusk. A cold rain falling lightly, constantly, but not enough to quench the hellfires that drove men and dwarf from the shelter of the mountain and city alike. Every person moves with what they can carry, the last memories and vestiges of what they once called life, called home.
Mud sucks at feet and sturdy boots, consuming any lesser footwear like gasping toothless mouths. The rain is a blessing, however, as it dampens everything against the dragon’s fire. The great beast roars in the sky, unable to be seen clearly in the night but seeming to be every shadow, every cloud, circling endlessly with a roar that sounds like ‘Throar.’ Having already decimated, already terrified, the giant beast seems to be toying with you all, snatching just one person at a time when it suits him. The crunch, the screaming, the silence that follows.
The last King of Dale was seen to fall, standing against the beast. The King under the Mountain is missing or hidden, none know if he yet lives, or who yet rules among dwarves or men. Groups begin to cluster by their own affiliations, trying to make plans, to overcome fear and find the one thing that eludes them – safety. An impromptu market and trade-space has sprung up around clusters of merchant wagons near the lakeside, all refugees trying to argue and fight for what they need to continue on, to escape, to find their way to new homes. Small groups huddle together and shuffle off in the pre-dawn gloom getting a head start on whatever plan they have settled upon. All try to find their best solution, but all know one thing for certain… to remain here enmasse provides small protection, but a certainty that you will be the next meal for the beast should you linger too long, or too alone.
Post IC first actions, interact with each other. Options below.
