Empire 6: Bright Days, Blight Nights

[DoomHat]

A keening noise went up from the tangle, to be answered in kind by a growing swarm of the nightmarish creatures climbing the walls of the Solarium. The sucking mouth of the leader contorted, as if in a mockery of a human smile, and without warning it hurtled towards the Triad with lightning speed.

One after another the those Thunderpeople carrying drums beat the tattoo signaling "Hall Breach!!!".

The hunters closed ranks around their Highchief in an effort to buy time and better assess their surroundings. If they were in a more familiar (and more sensibly subterranean) den, they would spring to action, evacuating the helpless and moving to stamp out the intruding spawn, but this was not their home, and they were not drilled in rooting out a Breach in this strange above ground hall.

"Chitin and Foul-touch!" bellowed Orgo, indicating for the squires in his retinue to supply their assigned hunters with long-hammers and thick coats.

A row of spears stood ready to sell their lives to give the elite the precious seconds they needed to prepare the proper tools against this breed of spawn.

[Roll Result: 17]