<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>The Tower Camp</strong></span><br/>-Amid Destruction-<br/>-Scorpio Sun / Gemini Moon-<br/><br/>The broken structure had fallen to the south. The torches inside spread over three blocks, and the Anders' guard suffered many casualties, for the Tower camp Barracks had been completely destroyed by the platform at the top of the watchtower.<br/><br/>A long deep note of expunging terror seemed to hum underneath the shrieking voices that swam from corner to corner. The sheer force of mystery was far more terrifying than the cantankerous death-toll. No one had truly seen where the assault had come from, and all the clouded black energy had dissipated away. There were only sharp screams and guttural noises of pain, popping firewood, once treated as pillar and wall. It was difficult to discern what the future would hold in this place. A tension was hot across the barren landscape of young fir trees and broken homes. The fires were slowly going out, due to the drizzling rain, but the bloody bodies of both loved ones and soldiers were drowning out the rational mind of most inhabitants.<br/><br/>This event was a flashing beacon to humans and demons alike. No body seemed to be aware as such, and they were behaving in a foolish manner. Grieving civilians fluttered around the streets, not bothering to stay in their homes at all. It seemed like the worst had already happened. However, Parties approached from every direction, some were of kind heart. Most of them were of malicious desire. The darkness of winter had finally arrived. A strong string of blunt force symbolism had not occurred to most of the players amongst it.