10-3-1105 2E
It was a dark, gloomy night. The stars were veiled by a heavy sheet of clouds that rolled across the night sky.
A cool, gentle breeze whistled through the air, rustling tree branches and leaves, and sending a ghostly sound through the night.
The city of Galladorm was all but dead, the citizens all locked away within their homes, sheltered from the chilly breeze and the ominous sky above.
Businesses across town were all locked up for the night, their doors locked and latched and their windows shuttered to.
Aside from the burning street lamps and lanterns, and specks of light from the windows of several homes, there was little sign of life in the city.
The streets were empty aside from the occasional cart or stray dog or cat. And of course the city watch, the soldiers of Galladorm, who patrolled the gloomy streets tonight, as they do every other night, be it rain, shine, or snow.
One of them passed by a burning street lamp, his red tunic, silvery chain mail armor, and steel domed helmet all shone brightly beneath the flames.
He carried in his right hand a sharp, wicked looking halberd.
He held it straight up as he walked, only allowing the bottom of the wooden shaft to tap the cobblestone street as he walked.
The low thump from the shaft accompanied by his footsteps all echoed down the deserted street. His head swiveled from left to right in constant, as he eyed over the homes he passed by, keeping vigilant for any possible trouble, whatever it might be.
