<div class="floatright">(http://brewminate.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/02/020818-47-Bronze-Age-Near-East-History.jpg)</div><strong>Where:</strong>Malag Adaar village, evening<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Enlil, Evelyn, Sabri<br/><br/>The communal house, like all the other ones, is half-buried in the slope of the hillside, with only about three to four feet of stone wall to its name. There is only one door, and two narrow windows facing each of the four cardinal directions. The shape of the building might have been intended to be rectangular, but a century of repair left it an ovoid mess.<br/><br/>Maltum grunts, pointing out that everyone who's likely to run already left. Every villager here is determined to hold on, either because of personal conviction, or because they don't have anywhere else to go. The big man himself points out how they clawed this reasonably comfortable existence from the grip of untamed nature, and weren't about to give it up just like that. His demeanor is determined, if a bit fatalistic. He points out there are very few trees around, apart from the orchards, and not a lot of stone either. So the materials for building barricades are scarce. He thought of dismantling one or two of the unused houses and using the stones to make some sort of walls, or fortifying the communal house with this.<br/><br/>As for the traps idea, someone trained in trapmaking might make a pit or two, or a simple mechanical trap in a day. There are no villagers here skilled in that particular type of craft, however.<br/><br/>The mine has been here for a thousand years,  but it's been abandoned for at least five generations. Its copper is mostly exhausted, the remaining veins at such depth and in such rock that mining it is dangerous. The villagers know that there are vast halls there, and that at some times people lived in these caves. The walls in there are painted with various colours and in shapes representing animals.<br/><br/>(sabri's performance check yields an impressive 25 https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=115750 )<br/><br/>After the evening meal, Sabri's clear voice captivates anyone listening. She sings of freedom and birds in the sky, of how gods split the skies and let rain fall, of innocent love and springtime. Once used to the environment she spins endless songs of varying tempo from it, as the sun touches the horizon. The fiery colours in the sky giving a magnificent backdrop to her voice. Everyone will remember her songs for years to come.<br/><br/>A shooting star flashes in the sky. Make a wish...