It was a pleasant winter's morn. The dibbuns were chasing each other and fighting with snowballs as the adults watched from their porches drinking hot tea. Everybody was cheerful and happy, a rare phenomena in harsh conditions like these. "Morn'n marm." Darrell, a guard mouse spoke to an elderly hedgehog, Lil.
"Pleasant isn it?"
"Oi. Nice ta 'ave a sweet morning watchin' the little ones scamp about."
"Ay, it is. I'll be havin' to go back to my post, take it easy Lil."
"You as well Darrell." Just another of one of the many conversations that will never happen again in just a few hours. Smoke black as night blotted in the white sky, putting the guards on high alert, as they should be. Evil was approaching, very dark evil.
OOC: This will be a thred with Bloodbane. He ain't got magic this time around. I was thinking some one could join as a guard or passing warrior. Lil and Darrell are open charas.