The city of Igicsea, home of the grand temple that housed the oracle of Dorgana the True was a city that was bustling with trade. The markets bustling with merchants from all over the continent thanks to its idea placement along the eastern coast with a road that led to almost every region on the content. Wood from the islands, gold and artifacts from the mines of the Otherlands, weapons from the smiths of the sound, even magical artifacts and devices from Vindra and Zarakhal could be found. The gates were open for all. The tall walls for traders, wanderers, and heroines alike or at least that’s what it was like when things were normal.<br/><br/>Now the streets were empty, and the city was under siege. A great host of pillagers encircled the walls, the citizens and travelers alike were trapped within. The tribes had recently come under the banner of Tethyphar, The Matriarch of the Dark Pride, leader of one of the larger tribes of pillagers. These pillagers, visitors from an untold foreign land who would rather raid and steal from the civilization of others rather than form their own were usually divided, dangerous but they never had the numbers to take on a large city like Igcisea. But things were different now that they united and had a leader bold enough and strong enough to unite the tribes their threat had grown exponentially. It was enough to make them risk taking on such a large city and the treasures that lie within.<br/><br/>The siege had been going on for a little over a week now. After the initial rush was held off thing had gone surprisingly quiet, a lull in the storm. The sun was starting to set. There was movement outside of the walls, the pillagers were obviously up to something but just what was hard to tell. All of those able to fight or defend themselves were asked to be on their guard and tasked with helping to defend the city for they would all were equal targets of opportunity to the pillagers that lay outside of the wall.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Pascal</strong><br/><br/>Down by the wall Pascal had been asked to assist with a patrol by one of the city guard commanders. While things might have been quiet at the moment they couldn’t afford to relax. The attacks could resume at any moment and if the enemy caught them by surprise there was no telling what kind of damage might be done to the city’s defenses.  On the patrol Pascal would be able to hear what sounded like a scuffle in a nearby dead end alley. What do you do?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Cecropia and Mikala </strong><br/><br/>Within the Scattered Bird one of the few local tavern’s that was still running and also functioned as a gathering place for some of the citizenry to share news and talk during the siege. It was also a good place to pick up possible information about what was going on around the city. There was something strange that night. There seemed to be a few more people than usual and things seemed to be rowdier than normal. There was a tension in the lair. Something was going on. Luckily Cecropia and Mikala  both had been asked to help keep an eye on things in the tavern by Samarna the owner of the tavern and ex protector of the temple in exchange for some room and board. What do the two heroines want to do?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Flaxelina Coton</strong><br/><br/>Flaxelina was one of the people given free reign that evening and not on the night shift. On her evening off she would spot a strange sight. A woman dressed rather lightly leading a small group of guards away into a back alley. The guards were acting a bit funny and certainly weren’t supposed to go off on their wown with somebody when they were on duty. What is Flaxelina going to do about it?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Chorus</strong><br/><br/>The siege has not been without casualties and many civilian and guard alike has been injured. Everyone with even a hint of medical or healing knowledge has been asked to assist at the temple which has been turned into a makeshift infirmary to help take care of the injured. Whether drafted or volunteered Chorus found herself on the evening shift helping to take care of the most recently injured. Thankfully the numbered of injured has gone down recently thanks to the lull in the fighting although occasionally rocks and arrows still occasionally find themselves launched over the wall. A stranger wrapped in furs and leather armor is brought in with a bleeding shoulder. Whoever they were they were neither a civilian or a guard. It looked as if the injury wasn’t fatal and the injured lizard woman was beginning to talk in a strange accent. “Where am I?” She questioned in her accent as she struggled to sit up revealing a hint of a faint marking on the shoulder. There was definitely something off. How do you handle it?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><strong>Xiaoling</strong><br/><br/>As one of the experienced fighters in the city Xiaoling has been asked to help guard the temple to protect the injured as well as the venerable oracle who resided in the temple.  She gets a chance to see the injured guard run inside to be passed off to the priestesses to take care of. Shortly a small group of loud and rowdy group of drunks approaching the temple with vague mentions of  bastard foreigners and talking about how the temple was filled with possible rations and they should try to do something about it.