War of the Lost Kingdom

Stylus sputtered at Docanter, holding one half of a passed-out Crowley. "Sorry mate, but between a stuck-up noble bint and my partner, I go for my partner, I need to make sure she ain't dead!" His lower-class lilt was bleeding through profusely.

Soldiers were now shimmying past them in the hall surrounding the courtyard, and began shouting plague as they ran down seperate hallways. It seems discipline may have broken.

At the mention of plague, the sellswords in the building became very noticably panicked. Intense shouting matches between soldiers and sellswords ensued. The tension was rising quickly...

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When Zifu went up the stairs from the stockade, and went into the main level's hallways, it became somewhat stunning how well sound was blocked out. She heard yelling, near to the point of combat. It was indecipherable, but it was coming from all around her. She witnessed Docanter round the corner, seeming like he didn't quite know where he was going but he was on a mission.