The guards have been dispatched. Already, excitement ripples through the combined ranks, eyeballing sacks of grain and salted cod. But as a particular crate levels open the sky splits with a deafening crack.
Anyone close enough to the explosion is knocked back in a shower of sparks and heat. Inside, black smoke billows up from a runic device, and does not stop. The plume rises, steady. A beacon.
Say, if one were tracking raids on important supply lines.
It's up to Riftwatch to act, and quickly. Stop it, or hide it, or simply ferry it elsewhere: To the People's camp, toward the March, or deeper into desert. Maybe you could catch the response team yourselves.
II | THE CARAVAN
The guards have been dispatched. Already, excitement ripples through the combined ranks, eyeballing sacks of grain and salted cod. But as a particular crate levels open the sky splits with a deafening crack.
Anyone close enough to the explosion is knocked back in a shower of sparks and heat. Inside, black smoke billows up from a runic device, and does not stop. The plume rises, steady. A beacon.
Say, if one were tracking raids on important supply lines.
It's up to Riftwatch to act, and quickly. Stop it, or hide it, or simply ferry it elsewhere: To the People's camp, toward the March, or deeper into desert. Maybe you could catch the response team yourselves.