Everything seems to go as planned; spirits seem higher than normal, and one would be surprised to learn this was a town about to come under siege, with the lighthearted laughter and jesting going on, amongst the soldiers. Even the leaders seem more relaxed than they have been, for days, even though the tension should have been thick enough to cut with a knife.<br/><br/>The attack began without warning; the disciplined hobgoblins charging into battle without any warcries, any trumpets, or anything of the sort; just the tromping of a thousand pairs of boots, their darkvision guiding the way, allowing them to see and fight in the darkness. This had been prepared for, however; the walls were ablaze with lights of all kinds, and visibility was quite good for everyone but the archers, which meant the enemy managed to get close, before the battle truly began.<br/><br/>The first blow struck was, in fact, a rock, hurled by a giant, at a southern wall, the thunderous boom echoing across the city. A moment of confusion, and the the Telepathic Bond picks up; <Giants, seven of them, a little south of the city. Take them out before they take down the wall!>