Episode Two: Gone are Better Days
Darius nods at Rebort. "Right, this way". Darius makes his way out of the gate, with the party in tow. All around the gate are the charred remains of undead. In some areas they pile on top of one another, some still smoking. "Less than an hour ago, several wards triggered in my shop. I keep them as a forwarning to something like this. As far as I know, the town remains untouched save for a few that may have gotten out before I arrived. They'll be dealt with by the constables and patrols soon enough. The base should hold, but it will be with heavy loss. Filty carrion eaters planned well this time, choosing to attack at dinner. They managed to catch 90 percent of the military here all sitting down to eat. They quickly forget the lessons of battles past though. Fildegarians do not bend and break when backed into a corner. We mold to its shape, make it our own, and come out bearing teeth". Darius rounds the corner of an empty guard shack, outside of the motorpool. "We can grab a ride to put some distance between us and them for now. Hopefully no one left any bread crumbs to let them on to your mission. I'll drive. Rebort, man the machine fed gun turret. Shiaran, take the passenger seat guns. Beloc and the gentleman who's name I've yet to catch, if you would, be our eyes. You'll find viewing ports all over this thing".
Darius opens a side door to a vehicle that Shiaran would recognize from earlier. It towers over him, and it's covered with armor plating. A turret sits atop with a large machine fed gun and a smaller one. Another of the small variety sticks out from a port on the front left seat. It has a hatch on either side for entry, as well as one on the backside of the turret. A flatbed with rails makes up the tail of the vehicle, complete with digging spades, ropes, fuel cans, and a barrel marked "water".
"I'm ready to go whenever you are. If you have any unfinished business, I suggest making it expeditious"