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OOC: This is the main shore party thread where the major events will occur, but Urk proper is now open for side adventures and other things, such as detailing the landing and the initial finding of the state of the village, the construction of the camp, scouting parties, character introductions, et cetera.
Talinn stood with his first mate, Gyles, a small complement of marines, and the selected prisoners on a small hill overlooking the burned and shattered remains of the shrew village, observing the hurried, makeshift encampment that the beasts of the Hide had erected in its place. He had ordered it be laid out in the most defensible manner he thought possible, tight and with concentric layers of defense already under construction in order to help ward off a possible massive shrew assault and a field of fire beyond them so that their true home could open up fire and thin their ranks somewhat before they were able to engage in melee, although he hoped that they would be able to achieve their objective and then simply leave before the natives had a chance to regroup and attack. He was careful about the lives of those under his command.
The first line of defense under construction was a simple, but effective, shallow trench concealed by cloth upon which snow had been carefully sprinkled, leading to a pit of spikes below, with small paths of actual ground running between it and subtly marked with stones in order for scouts and foraging parties to walk through unharmed, and the widest of the three lines. The second layer of defense, smaller and tighter than the first line, was a hastily constructed low wall made out of debris, packed earth, and whatever they could find, where the main assault of the shrews would hopefully be stopped at. Finally, the third and last line of defense, the tightest, was composed of a small moat from the diverted river running through the camp, a single hastily constructed wooden bridge upon it. Behind that lay the various supply tents, medical tent, and, of course, what all of this was meant to protect: the landing boats, which they would need to escape at the end of the day.
He hoped it would all be enough, and that the officer he had left in command, Lieutenant Tultow of the Marines, would be able to hold the line would be able to maintain the necessary order and discipline would be able to keep them all organized, or, failing that, that some beasts would prove their courage and might through combat. Nodding at Gyles, the Minister of Innovation turned, and began to head towards their main objective.
Talinn stood with his first mate, Gyles, a small complement of marines, and the selected prisoners on a small hill overlooking the burned and shattered remains of the shrew village, observing the hurried, makeshift encampment that the beasts of the Hide had erected in its place. He had ordered it be laid out in the most defensible manner he thought possible, tight and with concentric layers of defense already under construction in order to help ward off a possible massive shrew assault and a field of fire beyond them so that their true home could open up fire and thin their ranks somewhat before they were able to engage in melee, although he hoped that they would be able to achieve their objective and then simply leave before the natives had a chance to regroup and attack. He was careful about the lives of those under his command.
The first line of defense under construction was a simple, but effective, shallow trench concealed by cloth upon which snow had been carefully sprinkled, leading to a pit of spikes below, with small paths of actual ground running between it and subtly marked with stones in order for scouts and foraging parties to walk through unharmed, and the widest of the three lines. The second layer of defense, smaller and tighter than the first line, was a hastily constructed low wall made out of debris, packed earth, and whatever they could find, where the main assault of the shrews would hopefully be stopped at. Finally, the third and last line of defense, the tightest, was composed of a small moat from the diverted river running through the camp, a single hastily constructed wooden bridge upon it. Behind that lay the various supply tents, medical tent, and, of course, what all of this was meant to protect: the landing boats, which they would need to escape at the end of the day.
He hoped it would all be enough, and that the officer he had left in command, Lieutenant Tultow of the Marines, would be able to hold the line would be able to maintain the necessary order and discipline would be able to keep them all organized, or, failing that, that some beasts would prove their courage and might through combat. Nodding at Gyles, the Minister of Innovation turned, and began to head towards their main objective.
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