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> Scout the Skeletal Sorcerer
She turned her gaze to the west, where a lifeless gray spilled out of a division in the mountainside. Distant figures moved about, building something perhaps? If something of interest to the Storyteller was going to happen tomorrow, having an idea of how to get out of the region might be suddenly important. And with the sun going down soon this might be the best time to take a closer look at this skeleton army.
The travel was fairly straightforward, a natural stone bridge got her across the stream without incident, then from there was a cautious approach to the west. As the gloom grew the flickering light of torches and then campfires came into view between bushes and trees. Torches were comforting, the skeletons must need light to see then. Mel worked her way closer, creeping low behind lines of brambles, the sound of hammering coming to her ears, followed by the work of saws and other hand tools. Were they building something?
She parted a patch of bushes and peered in. A palisade was slowly being put into place, lines and lines of wooden spikes arrayed into a wall. Two rickety wooden towers, complete with a skeletal sentry on each one sat along the southern half of the palisade. The start of a third tower was going up where the palisade was being put together, several skeletons scurrying about with boards and planks.
A pair of skeletons, complete with heavy looking metal chest pieces stood rigidly at the central point where the current work was ongoing, a gate of some sort was going up there as well. Mel shifted back into the forest and circled around to the north. No palisades and towers here, but standing torches dotted the area every ten feet and more armored skeletons patrolled the area.
