MTG Salvation

In the northwest of Greevan is the Shortbranch Sentinel, one of the five titan trees grown as defensive outposts around the city. The Sentinels are all miniscule compared to the other titans, only a hundred feet tall and forty in diameter. The shortbranch is even smaller than the others, only eighty feet in height. It's name derives from its thick branches, twelve feet in diameter, jutting out horizontally from the trunk for ten feet before sliced open. The branch innards are emptied out, creating a hollow walkspace from which archers stand guard, and lined with murder holes.

Markur'shal stopped the mercenaries of team blue out of sight of the Sentinel, taking cover behind the wall of a stonehome. "We're going to be under a barrage of arrows until we hit the sentinel's roots. Everyone ready?"

Nadrask Girl's Duck Bondmate - "Quack!"

Lumarin - Question. ...Is there any other plan?

Legato - "It's hard to avoid arrows with a sword. That's just science."

"Well, charging is the straight path. We're blocked in by the palisade on the right side, and on our left is the Marketplace, which is a fricking labyrinth. We go in there, no telling when and where we're going to come out, unless any of you happen to know your way around it. Do you?"

Lumarin - I mostly stick close to the mother church. Is there anything nearby we can carry with us overhead to protect us?

Legato - "Went to the Marketplace once; wouldn't call myself an expert. The old campaigners' trick in this situation would be to hollow out a trunk and carry it over our heads. Or use a boat. Or a fat guy."

"We don't have time to hollow out a trunk." The elven brute in the company didn't seem all to bright.

The nadrask girl seemed more capable. "Did no one here bring a shield? Really?" She slid a hand through the multicolored hairs falling from the wreath around her head. "Okay, uh, maybe we could use one of the actual market stalls?"

Legato - "As I recall, there is a cheese stand near the entrance with a particularly thick storefront and particularly bad cheese."

The brutish elf glowered at Legato. "That's my uncle's cheese shop!"

Legato - "Well, what your uncle does to cheese and people who eat it is a crime. But he can make it up to us now by saving us from being shot with a thousand arrows."

The elf raised a fist at Legato, but the nadrask girl waved him off. "Shuddup Maich, no one cares about your uncle's cheese."

**Legato made a grand gesture towards the Market.**

Legato - "Besides, kittnen. Assuming we don't die, your uncle can tell people his cheese shop helped liberate the city. So shall we?"

Sling nodded.

Sling- If we have time to carve a couple of notches into the wood, the nadrask and I might be able to fire back at them as we approach. Might get lucky.

"I think I'd rather approach stealthily, maybe through the marketplace. Allow the cheese stand to draw fire until our allies are ready to abandon it, Then start firing to give them some cover."

Legato - "If you think you can find your way through, that'd work."

**Lumarin had already left in search of cheese.**

**Legato followed, looking forward to destroying the terrible cheese shop.**

**After a long stretch of silence, a curious wooden boxy thing appeared in line of sight of the Sentinel. Then began sprinting as fast as it could towards the Sentinel.**

It wasn't long before it was noticed, and the group could feel the hammering of arrows beat against their wide, lactose splattered shield.

**Lumarin rushed forward as fast as he could while keeping in pace with the others, remembering why he hated sieges so much.**

Legato - "Keep up the pace, kittens; the real trouble's gonna be when we get to those murder holes!"

Lumarin - I don't think that is the technical name for those....

Legato - "Okay, how about 'holes of pouring boiling death down on top of us'?"