<div class="floatright">(http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2013/05/22/91339/9607aba78f6daadfe96ee0fde9db0883.jpg)</div>During the day, the woods had been beautiful, massive majestic trees that let through enough of the sun and the sky above to not feel confining.  But, this not being the Delvers first time in strange lands, the slowly darkening sky brought caution and soon camp.  The timing, at least, had been good as they stumbled upon an old encampment, rocks providing a modicum of protection from the wind on the high cliff with view of the ancient dark city they would be exploring in the morning.  The wind seemed almost playful, the rustling of leaves and pine-needles giving way to an occasional swirling burst that threatened the campfire and dragged away loose papers.<br/><br/>After a night of song, food, and drinks in standard Delvers fashion, the crew set to the important task of sleeping, except of course for Sydney on first watch.  Her time went uneventfully, a brief arrival of a puffed up owl giving Sydney a brief moment away from her studies, but otherwise just the stars above, the creaking of the nearby forest, and the rustle of the wind through the pages of her red leather book.  When Phelypsis was woken for the second watch, the stars had already been covered by clouds, a possibility of rain to make the descent tomorrow to the dark city of Del'enge At'bel a bit more harrowing.  The terrain was perfect for Phelypsis's little stone armies, a finely shaped rock offering a flat field and a raised mesa for her tiny red and black stones to align themselves on.  The red stones, it seemed, held an advantage though the black stones circling around may turn that boon into a stalemate.<br/><br/>So also are the Delvers, surrounded by raised stones for cover with comfort in the fact that the cliff side beside them would prevent attackers in the night from at least one side.  But they also are being encircled.  Dark forms deep in the woods draw closer and well oiled swords are pulled from sheathes.  The tiny creak of arrows pulling bows taught couldn't possibly be heard with the wind, but perhaps the rustling of leaves has changed a bit.  Eight dark forms watching from deep in the shadows would look massive if they weren't standing in among the trees.<br/><br/><strong>Delvers, a small force comes to accost you in the night.  They will be upon you soon.  Phelypsis, roll +Wis to Take Watch (http://www.dungeonworldsrd.com/moves#TOC-Take-Watch) and let us know whether you'll face them at an advantage, with weapons in hand, or if they have the drop on you.<strong></strong></strong>