Saviours, the game!

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Devon ran, houses passed him on his right as the lake silently slipped by on his left.  Eventually he came to a river that emptied into the lake.  The water was easily 300 meters wide.  The other side was grassy, with trees randomly grown.  They weren't close enough to be labeled a forest.  No buildings were built on the other side of the river.

A bridge could be seen 100 yards upstream, a road traveled over it.

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Crossing over the bridge, Devon looked around for a moment to see if there were any people out and about at this time of night.

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Devon couldn't see a soul.

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Pulling his shoufa across the lower part of his face, a quiet transformation came over Devon, his skin quickly darkened to a midnight black, and the green of his eyes slowly faded, to be replaced with a brilliant crimson.

Taking a deep breath as something seemed to uncoil within him, Devon smiled as the dark night seemed to welcome him into it's embrace.

'I really should do this more often.'

Following the river upstream, a shadowy form moved easily across the grasslands as crimson eyes pierced the darkness, searching for the drain pipe Arkanel had mentioned.

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After a short trip, Devon spotted it, slightly under the surface of the crystal clear water.  A pipe, about 5 feet in diameter'  sent forth a small trickle of water into the river.  Devon noticed, quite peculiarly, that the water of the river seemed to flow around it.

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Pulling out a compass, Devon made note of the direction that the pipe traveled in. Setting off once more in a loping run, he traveled swiftly to the west.

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The pipe traveled perpendicular from the river, due west.

Devon traveled over the landscape, seeing the occasional animal, deer, rabbit, etc.  No people were seen.

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Devon continued on, until he reached a clearing.  Traveling due west, the mountains had closed in on him.  

The clearing was 300 yards, ending in a 30 foot wall that stretched from the mountain, to the other side of the valley.  The single wall was broken in the center by a gate, currently closed.  Atop the walls, stood sentry post, equidistant but within bow range of each other.  Torches were lit atop the small buldings, and the outline of people walking could be seen.

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Pulling out his binoculars, Devon took a closer look at the sentry posts.

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The sentry post appeared to be made of the same material as the walls.  An archway could be seen as the entrance point fron their sides, while a solid wall protected the inhabitants from view.

Viewing a couple of the posts long enough showed Devon that their were two sentries at each, a bow slung over their shoulders.  They occasionally glanced in the direction of the trees, but their glances were cursory, and infrequent.

They were dressed in a red tabard covering black shirts.

The two posts on either side of the gate were a bit larger, but still only contained two sentries each.

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Devon counted the number of sentry posts.

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Devon counted 40 sentry posts, 20 on each side of the gate.

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Doing some mental calculations, Devon whistled silently, 'That wall is over thirty-two hundred feet long.'

Turning his attention to the area in front of the wall, Devon scanned the clearing for any sort of cover, as well as looking for the moat that Arkanel had mentioned.

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He noted that the moat was there, and wide, traveling the entire distance in front of the wall, and flowing underneath it.  He estimated it to be about 30 feet wide.  There was nothing remotely resembling cover inbetween the wall and the tree line.

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Fading back into the trees a short way, Devon loped north along the wall to it's northern edge and examined it.