As Kaleed approached the gates, the faint sounds of screaming and battle floated over the night. He abruptly began sprinting towards the gates, and while he was closing the distance, a warning bell of some sort started ringing. However, it wasn't ringing more so as being bashed over and over again.<br/><br/>A screaming voice with booming laughter heard even over the mad peals of the bell, declared its unholy presence. "BROTHERS! REJOICE! FOR TODAY, WE SHALL FREE YOU FROM YOUR FALSE SANITY!" was roared from somewhere over the wall.<br/><br/>As Kaleed sprinted towards the portcullis, he uncoiled a short rope with a stout hook attached. Using the gaps that were in the gate, he deftly brought a foot up, bringing the other even higher, propelling himself up higher and higher. Tensing his muscles, he leaped as high as he could, throwing the hood up and over the wall.<br/><br/>Gravity caught him, and he clung desperately to the rope, his body coming to a jarring halt as it caught. Collecting himself, he scaled the rope, climing hand over hand until he caught the lip of the rocky wall. Heaving himself up, and over, he immediately went into a crouch. Shrugging his knapsack off, (it would only hinder him) he drew his daggers, the sharp edges gleaming in the night light.<br/><br/>Head swiveling, he noted the massacre that stretched across the yards and wall. Great grotesque beings glinting oddly in the meager light, were busy ripping apart a group of already deceased guards. A even bigger monstrosity stood near the broke and dented bell that he had heard earlier.<br/><br/>He had no thoughts of trying to dispatch the wretched beings alone.<br/><br/>Moving swiftly, he dropped off the side of the wall to the ground, and sprinted.  He ran towards the biggest building, which he assumed was the barracks. Upon reaching the massive door, he began beating on the door, hoping that someone would let him in and not immediately stick a sword in him.