[Blunderbuss]

A bit of background:

“Tóraké! Come forth! Come forth! I command you!” A deadly silence followed; silence. The men stirred and a quiet murmur began rising through the crowd like an approaching wave. The siege had lasted for so long now; too long. Everyday the same. The men would assemble before the church’s great doors, carved with intricate designs of monsters and beasts. Monsters and beasts to ward off evil spirits. They were working. No matter how they tried; they just couldn’t get in. And once all were assembled, the general would cry up to the balcony high above his head, he would shout the same every day. Everyday the same. Today was no different. The men didn’t know why. Why it was the same everyday. Why the siege continued. They didn’t know why. The general had a hidden motive. Only he and one other knew about it. He and Tóraké. Tóraké was leader of the church. Leader but unjustly so. Things wouldn’t be the same much longer though. The men had been told. The city. The city of Larone. The army would invade. The Church wouldn’t hold out forever; it couldn’t. And so, just like every other day; the men returned to their fortress just outside the city. They weren’t stopped; they couldn’t be stopped. The Church said so. “Issue 3.4: Army of the city will not attack any human, dwarf, elf or any other living thing without direct instruction from personnel of the Church and/or clear signs of aggression towards any citizen of the city from the human, dwarf, elf or any other living thing.” Tomorrow. Tomorrow things would change, the battle would begin; the carnage would begin; the death would begin. Someone would fall. Someone.