The sun rose over the eastern hills, illuminating first the still-smoldering carnage outside the front gate, then soon after the charred remains of the brave, but foolish attack from the west. Some 60 barbarians lay dead, a few from arrows; the rest from fire. Shields and ladders lay, also charred beyond serviceability, scattered outside the camp. Nothing of the attack was left intact, nor useable. The air around the camp was sour with the stench of burnt flesh and fur, and the eyes of the wall sentries stung from the lingering smoke.
Throughout the night a dim reddish light could be seen, just above the tree line, to the south, towards Begglestar, and by morning two more smoke trails were visible to the northwest, in the direction of the Oornothi hold. What was happening there, no one could tell. No news had reached Belgrey from anyone, save the three brave riders from Third Herd, who’d brought news of battles to the northwest, and then broke for Begglestar, presumably to deliver the same news, and an update on what had befallen Camp Belgrey. There was no way for them to get inside the camp, and so they made for a place they thought they could reach.
Soon after sunrise, a few things were apparent. There were some sounds from among the trees to the northeast, from where the barbarians had emerged the day before. No sight of them, however, could be found.
Two smoke trails lingered to the northwest, about the same distance as the single trail from the day before.
A haze – perhaps dispersed smoke – hung over where Begglestar sat, but distance and terrain prevented any clear view on the town.
The sun has just cleared the eastern horizon, and it looks like it’s going to be a warm (40s) day – perhaps winter is finally releasing its grasp. What do you do?