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If you want your supplies, you must stop The White cross. Whatever it takes

The orders repeated in the mind of the heron. There is a scouting party that travels in and out of the city relaying information back to the capitol. This can't continue. Take out their ears and they'll never hear you coming. The circle was tightly packed together. A shield wall protecting the party from the storm, but it limited their vision which in combination with the blizzard was next to none. This was exactly what the group of Illuminous members were counting on. They crawled through a nearby ditch, the only thing keeping them out of the deadly winds of the storm. As they followed the members of The White Cross they prepped for an attack.

At the center of the group was a mage. Rumor has it a mage guides them through the storm. From what I've heard Illuminous doesn't get along with mages. Let's just consider killing them a bonus It was true, mages were the power house of The Crystal order back home. Their enemies, the absolute embodiment of oppression. This would be their primary target. Their goal wasn't to kill every member of the group directly, in a storm like this their movement was severely hindered. They just needed to take out the party's source of warmth and the rest with their heavy armor would be lost to the cold bite of the storm. A heron made his way down the ditch to meet up with the rest of his assailants. He held a cloth in his hand marked with a white cross and fresh stains of crimson, a symbol that his mission was a success. The scout was dead. Now that the only support that was nearby had been taken out, it was time to strike. One of the assassins, a toad, pulled himself up out of the ditch. He filled two cylinders with chemicals from his shoulders, shaking them before he tossed them in the direction of The White Cross party. They exploded into a cloud of smoke green smoke.

The two herons charged in quickly taking advantage of the acidic gas that had been released, which took only a few seconds to begin burning the eyes of their enemies. They fired their grappling hooks to either side of the group using the pull of the mechanism to increase their speed despite the thick snow at their feet. In a series of movements they would charge in quickly with a few swings and jabs of their high frequency blades they'd cut away at their enemies. Which if it hadn't been for the thick armor and large shields, the party would have been dead after a couple runs. But it wasn't that easy with members of The White Cross. Never was...

Meanwhile

The storm picks up within the walls of the city. Guards leave their post at the walls to take shelter indoors. Children are encouraged or threatened by their mothers to come sit by the fire, and a darkness sits as the clouds block out the sun.

Mira leads her party of knights down the street and down an alley. There they take a sharp turn and head up a series of stairs leading up to the Podge Lodge, a local inn that has served as a home to visitors. Now it was a fortress. The banners of The White Cross hung across it. Bowmen kept an eye from the rooftops, swapping shifts with the others inside to keep from freezing to death in the harsh blizzard. Mira and her men went inside and shut the doors behind them. Little did they know they were being followed...

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