A blessed homefront

[Ebiris]

"Opportunity usually follows those," she grunts, marching onwards.

[Anastasia]

"Always," Antenora's declares, disinterested as she follows. There's a front gate, sealed shut from the inside. Windows shut with heavy wood shutters, too.

[Ebiris]

"No guards out front..." she growls, looking around the entrance. After a moment, Marie - or rather Rimewind, walks up to the gate and bangs a clawed fist on it hard enough to make it rattle.

[Anastasia]

The door rattles from the impact. From inside a man's voice calls, "Who comes to this forsaken place?"

[Ebiris]

"Name's Rimewind," Marie answers in her sibilant and masculine dragon voice. "So there's still someone alive in there after all?"

[Anastasia]

Antenora makes a show of looking disinterested.

"A few of us did. The lucky few," A bitter laugh, "Fucking Sharrans!"

[Ebiris]

"Who did this place curse to get that kind of attention?" Marie asks, glancing back at the field of grave markers outside. "Haven't seen this many fresh graves since Hopelorn spilled onto the astral."

[Anastasia]

"Don't know," Is the short answer, "That bitch came through and..." The man's voice fails him, rough.

[Ebiris]

"Well let us in and tell us about it," Marie says, gruff and impatient. "Sounds like bad news for everyone."

[Anastasia]

The gates slowly creak open. Within is a ice-man. White skin like snow, body coated in ice, wearing a breastplate and armor of the same. A heavy warhammer is on his back. Ugly, the sort of ugly by a broken nose, scars and a sour glare.

"Something a dragon shit out and an uppity Water bitch," he says, "Welcome to what's left."

Inside is ruin. Walls lean, others are broken apart and there is visible damage and craters in the flooring ahead.

[Ebiris]

Marie growls softly and curls a fist, but refrains from breathing frosty death upon him.

Because she can't do that and anyone here would be immune anyway.

"Looks like someone threw down some meteor swarms. You the only one left?" she asks after a tense moment.

[Anastasia]

"Few survived, mostly because they weren't here," Is the answer, "Bitch loved it, the killing."

[Ebiris]

"Sounds like a Sharran alright," Marie says. "So where'd she come from and where'd she go? Don't see a trail like this every day."

[Anastasia]

"Don't know." Is the answer, "Came in and did what she did and then left." The voice is downright angry now, "She didn't bother telling us as she cut through us!"

Antenora looks on in cool disinterest, "Perhaps something should be done with someone like that."

[Ebiris]

Marie's draconic face scowls and she looks back at Antenora. "Nobody likes Sharrans, but at least ask about a reward before you get taken in by a sob story, Mistress."