The End Of It

Beau and a sizable portion of the guard made their way through town. Passing the overflowing emergency response camps where many the bandaged wounds and recent amputations of their comrades hung in the air. Some weren’t even under the tents, instead simply being given blankets on the ground relying on the wall itself for protection from the elements. Hustling and bustling were the impromptu medical personnel. Some had experience sure, but a lot were just regular folk doing what they could. Those who bothered to look simply took in the procession with dull and tired acceptance. They knew what could happen and expected the worst. Preparing for a coming onslaught. They would be wrong today the end of it would start and Mythrite would begin to heal.
With the dwindling numbers among the goblin invaders, night-time raids had become less and less commonplace. That afforded them some extra time to drill the guards. Throughout the week the guards have been running drills in their downtime, pretty much all of their downtimes. Dividends for all of that effort would be reaped in their assault tonight.
The wall was positively bustling with activity, many guards were preparing for the night sharpening their swords, many of the guards descended to join the procession. The procession reached the gate and stepped through. The plan had been discussed, hashed out, debated, and argued over for days, and for all of that quarrel it was actually quite simple. Galdar led the eastern force a diversion that would lead the goblin flank directly into our path. The guards took up positions and formations in the shrubbery and derelict buildings waiting out for the signal that would mark their time to strike. Once the eastern force engaged their quarry the main force was tasked with smashing through the goblin’s flank and fighting straight to the goblin chief, but first was the wait. Always the hardest part.
Beau checked the leather straps and chains of his armor making sure that everything was in order. He took note of the armor they bore and the weapons they carried. As good as could be expected. Mythrite had always been a town of hardship, but all of that could change tonight
To the east dozens of torches ignited the signal. Beau drew his sword and led the charge quick and quiet to the goblin camp.