After tracking the interlopers for two days and getting permission for first engagement, the shaman issued the edict. It was the commander’s job to enforce it. At first, it seemed it would be easy. The goggles the shaman had given him allowed the commander to intercept their scout rushing back to help. Then things started going wrong. The knight refused to go down, the beast went berserk, and it took too long to identify the healer. She was good too. While the shaman couldn’t counter the amount of damage that beast was delivering, she was keeping her people up and now he’d lost all of his fighters. As he called to his archers to focus on the healer, the beast bellowed a new challenge to the commander and the shaman’s now enlarged pet. Then he heard the other teams moving in. His time was up. He had to finish it now or lose face in the eyes of the Lords. In a last desperate salvo, the archers finally managed to take down the healer. The commander had done some damage to the beast while dodging it’s own blows, but his relief over bringing down the healer cost him precious attention. The beast’s greataxe came down perfectly, cleaving the commander in half. At the same time, the shaman’s pet pounced upon the beast with all the augmentations the shaman could give him, thus bringing the beast down. Though the commander lost his life, his honor was saved as the shaman claimed the capture of the interlopers for him. The strange cat somehow got away, but that was of no consequence, it was only an animal. The commander’s body would be honored by the Lords’ feasting upon him, and his life-force would fuel their ongoing efforts to reclaim the God-Crystal.
The interlopers would be brought before the Lords and their judgment would determine the interlopers’ fate. Either they would be slaughtered for the kits’ feeding, or they would be sent into the tower to further test it’s defenses so the Lords could someday reclaim the God-Crystal. All would be well again in the Holy Swamp.