Tumult Part 2

The swirling wall of the sea battered the shore relentlessly, waves forty feet tall slamming down over the city and, like two titanic hands, sweeping people, animals, and whole buildings into the churning ocean.  Vital Spark had turned mad, with bodies choking the streets as the townspeople tried to run further inland among panicked pack animals; the town's meager guard was powerless against the wave of humanity as much as the pounding sheets of salt water, and so they ran like all the rest.
 
Cinder kept her mind clear as she ran, singularly focused on identifying the clearest route to the bastion.  She couldn't fight the surge of people in the streets, and so she took to the roofs, first springing from a fruit cart to grip the horizontal pole from which a tavern sign was hung, and using her momentum, she launched herself up to the roof with a few shingles slipping free beneath her boot.  She glanced back for a moment, but Crag was no where to be seen.  There was no way that he could have kept up with the speedy, dextrous tiefling.  She muttered a prayer to Moradin for him, then turned towards the dense forest – the source of the country's name.
 
The bastion wasn't far now, and more importantly, it was beyond the fury of the ocean.  It would be a safe place for the townspeople to stay until the Clasp could find a way to stop whatever force was causing the immense whirlpool.
 
Even as the thought of safety crossed through her mind, Cinder caught sight of motion in the forest.  A boulder, still wet with mud and snow and roughly the size of a carriage came hurtling out of the trees like a pebble from a sling.  It crashed into the wall of the bastion with an enormous crack, and she saw the snow on the roof kick up into a white cloud from the impact.  This first boulder was followed by a second, and then a third, each of them smashing precisely against the wall of the bastion, shattering the timbers and sending shockwaves through the earth that Cinder could feel even at that distance.
 
Immense shapes formed darkly beyond the cloud of snow still hovering above the ruins of the bastion.  Trees were parted effortlessly by the powerful frames of the stone giants as they stepped out of the forest, and their emergence was heralded by the beating of drums and the war howls of orcs and goblins.  Cinder felt a scream crawling up the back of her throat as she watched the number of opponents swell from three to twenty, then to thirty, forty, fifty; she clenched her teeth against the outburst and forced herself to focus.
 
The Champions had warned her of a monster army, and she had been preparing.  Fewer and fewer missions were being accepted, and as a result, the number of combatants on the snowy field swelled as nearly every single member of the Eastwall branch of the Clasp swarmed out of the ruined bastion to greet the invaders, every one of them a thoughtfully honed spear aimed at the eye of the enemy.  The Clasp was outnumbered almost two to one, and Cinder didn't expect much assistance from the disjointed town guard, but she knew that everyone in her charge was incredibly capable, and she was emboldened by the sight.
 
Cinder's hands dropped to her hips to rest on the pommels of her daggers, and she jumped from the roof to the street.  It would do her friends well to see their leader fighting among them.  She muttered another prayer, this time invoking the names of her fallen comrades from her life before this one, and she charged.

Tumult Part 2

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