With the rough outline of a battle strategy in place, work progressed quickly as the sun went down. Many of the villagers were indeed to sick to move on their own and had to be carried into the Behemoth. This left he Lumberjacks alone in the town, preparing their battlefield however they wished in the short time that the last rays of sunlight lit their labors.

An hour after sundown, a fog did begin to develop. It hung in the low areas over the river and on the ground of the forest. The fog eventually never became thick enough that one couldn't see across the small town, but it did make seeing into the trees from the village quite impossible.

At the stroke of midnight, a single wolf's howl echoes over the landscape. It was clearly a wolf, not a coyote. The howl was followed by two minutes of silence. Then a dozen figures emerged from the woods. The dark figures hugged the ground under the cover of fog, possibly wolves. They all came from the compass direction of west, but they were spread out so that none were less than person's height from each others sides. The figures trotted confidently towards the walls, neither running nor slinking cautiously.

P.S. A light breeze is currently blowing from the north-east across the river.

Polkitain is disguised through metamorphosis as a different type of dragon. A couple full horse troughs nearby him. He held a bunch of water from the river in his mouth so he could breathe water on the vampires at least once.

Unless Polk are disguised as a tiny fairy dragon, he is going to be very easily spotted. Maybe this was the intention instead of stealth.

 Arulas waits as patiently as possible. Patience isn't one of his virtues. He checks his rifle. Checks his pistol and radios Polk "See anything yet?"

"Yep. Incoming wolves from west potentially a dozen."


Yes he will be disguised as something like a great horned dragon or something snazzy like a fire wind dragon. Unless his friends did not wish him to be seen in that case a small fey dragon is fine. He rather liked being a cat too.

Kalista pointed out, "That is not normal wolf behavior. Wolves hunt in pack, small groups up front and others from the sides, not spread out like the front line of an army. Wild vampires do not normally have the mentality to change shape."

"Great. Draw them in guys. We get as many as we can. Silver and magic. Seeing it is probably a bunch of seconds not wilds we might have a master on our hands." Arulas comms the group. "We shouldn't need that much blood to turn this bad quick. Get over here Ethan. Your water trick might work once or twice Polk. Join us when it stops working."

On the rooftop, Nyx sighted down the scope of his sniping rifle - ready to unleash a hail of hire whenever the right moment fell

Ethan moves from his initial place as living bait to where Sir Arulas lies in wait for the approaching wolves. "No one said anything about them being able to become wolves!" he thought as he sprinted. "Dig underground, hate water, control fog but not become wolves. One more thing to file away about this insane world."

OOC - No idea where Ethan was, we never decided on that. No clue where Arulas is either but wherever that is, Ethan is running there.

Once they get closer to the wall That is when the carry and dump water operation will occur then Polk will sprint back and hope his friends do well with their pistols.

 I'm operating under the impression that we are going with the bunker strategy. Which means we are all at town hall. The twins are on the roof. The rest except Polk are in the main hall.

Doc raises his rifle, "Laser ain't gonna kill 'em, but I bet it'll sting right bad."