Beyond the Hollow's thick walls, an army marched to war. It was the final battle in a long, drawn out affair that had taken many sacrifices. The Hedge-Storm itself was trapped, lured into a powerful dream with Sacramento's own Lost acting as the bait and ensnared by the duelling Wyrds of Baron Fairweather and Gianna, forever being the cage that keeps the Storm secured.
Now, the Storm's three avatar's, the leaders of its great army know this. They have regrouped and discussed and know the only way to win this war is to rip down Tickle's toadstool fortress and awaken the Fae inside. Across the Hedge, the Storm's horde marches with this one intention in mind. The army of Sacramento rides out to meet it. A thousand strong, it is led by decorated and determined changelings that can feel this is the last battle where all will be won, or lost.
The trenches were hot today, glowing lichen lighting the way to base camp, a large cavern that held the main units defending the cave system under the main battlefield. One slope led directly behind Etalon's main force and was heavily fortified against Storm assaults. Sergeant Lamplight, a Wizened Miner, led them and was a thickset man with no neck with a hefty hammer made from ice strapped to his back. The fact it seemed to drip water down his back never seemed to bother him. Three tunnels led away from base camp , each one twisting underground, linking here and there to provide flanking positions above ground. Lamplight was conversing with several clockwork soldiers, each one armed with punch-daggers and blunderbuss weapons for short range effectiveness.
Please post any preperations you wish to make. The first portion of these linked threads will simply be setting the scene