A setting sun and a brewing siege

As night falls your entire group falls in line around the small campfire. A cold and bitter wind descends through the forest forcing the hairs on your neck to stand at attention.

“Wish we picked a nicer night fer this” You grumble to yourself aloud.

“While I don’t entirely disagree, it has it perks.” Krest says putting a foot up on a stump. “Ideally the enemies, who is generally not fond of clothing mind you, will be huddled around a fire and not looking for us.”

“Aye fair point.”

Krest raises himself up now standing on the stump above the crowd. “Ladies, gentlemen, this will be one hell of a fight. What we plan to do is **** is a veritable fortress. While it’s easy to shrink in fear at the concept of fighting a bigger ****, we must not let that fear grasp our heart.”

Krest places a hand on his chest.

“And yet in the face of adversity we must not cave in to overconfidence, or complacency. We must fight as a cohesive unit. Though separated on the battlefield, we will fight as one. And in fighting as one, we will be outnumbered 100 to 1 yet in doing so we will as solid as iron.”

“I don’t expect to annihilate an entire camp today, but if we disrupt their operations even slightly and still be in good enough health to walk away, then I consider it a battle well won!”

Krest clenches his fist.

“Everyone here knows the plan, now it’s time to execute. Who’s ready to sow some havoc!?”

Krest raises his clenched fist in the air and as he does so a rallying cry erupts around the fire. Even Petra who is not very good at being loud, rhythmically taps her staff against rock.

“Onward!” Krest says pointing his weapon in the direction of the camp.