Grimbold, Teressa, and Xenia's arrival at the armory was met with two dozen militia volunteers and a handful of employed guardsman gathered out front of the building. The armory itself was modest in size given the small town, but whatever lay within had been enough to keep the townspeople at bay. No light from outside seemed to penetrate an unnatural darkness that lay within. A warning perhaps of what they might find inside could be seen at the corners of the doorway. Sticky webbing clung to the wooden frame.
"Sir," a guardsman greeted Grimbold.
"What do we know?" Grimbold replied.
"Not much," the guardmsn answered. "We tried to go in, but we couldn't see anything. Our torches couldn't seem to penetrate the shadows. Some magic is afoot in there. And chittering. There's chittering everywhere. We lost three men as soon as we stepped inside. "
Grimbold's expression remained grim, but determined.
"Okay, you two, what have you got?" he asked with a look to Teressa and Xenia. "Weapons and armor you said? We need these men outfitted. Any other talents at your disposal?"
"Sir," a guardsman greeted Grimbold.
"What do we know?" Grimbold replied.
"Not much," the guardmsn answered. "We tried to go in, but we couldn't see anything. Our torches couldn't seem to penetrate the shadows. Some magic is afoot in there. And chittering. There's chittering everywhere. We lost three men as soon as we stepped inside. "
Grimbold's expression remained grim, but determined.
"Okay, you two, what have you got?" he asked with a look to Teressa and Xenia. "Weapons and armor you said? We need these men outfitted. Any other talents at your disposal?"