<strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvil<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Wall Passage<br/><hr/><br/>The party decimated the remaining foes, leaving smoldering purple hunks of ethereal flesh slowly drawing off like so much smoke in the wind towards nothingness.  The vapors bent out of reality a few feat over their source, charred and cut bodies of the Enemy.<br/><br/>The purple passage thrummed ahead of them invitingly, but also shook, and the air in it flattened into something realer and less structurally stable.  People, mostly humans, were visible inside.  They were netted in some sort of sticky silky substance.  Their faces were in a hazy post-climax daze.  Some blinked and cast their eyes about with a new awareness.  Then, with growing clarity, confusion set in.  Confusion followed by fear.<br/><br/>Further back in the passage shadows danced against walls as shrill cries met swift footfalls.  The Enemy within seemed to be retreating, swiftly, leaving precious bounty behind: those abducted from nearby towns and nomad tribes.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>Tagged</strong>: Anvil<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Western Ramp<br/><hr/><br/>The carnage between the horse warriors and their aberrant foes was strewn across the ruined gatehouse: bodies, blood, and the screams of the dying intertwined with some fleeting violence.  Something had turned unexpectedly in what was looking to be a tight battle.  The fight went out of the enemy and now the enemy were attempting very desperately to be out of the fight.  Many were cut down in the back as they fled, and some riders switched to their bows to let a hail of arrows into their fleeing foes' flanks.<br/>