Face to Face
Assassination Attempt!
The elder of Coba had just seen off the Hell Divers a few hours ago when the creature came limping into the village and collapsed. A few villagers rushed to the figure, who despite a cloak, was still very much something other than human.
“They tried… to make me join them,” he whispered as he turned his bulbous cranium toward the elder. This injured creature had yellow eyes and a mouth that seemed impossible—a collection of chittering, grayish plates that looked like bone and were surrounded by what seemed to be peeled gum flesh. How did it speak so eloquently? Was that some sort of mask?
“Who… who are you?” The elder asked as she furrowed her brow. Something felt… wrong about this whole situation.
“I am,” the creature wheezed, drawing in a few villagers who wanted to hear what it had to say. “Your death!”
With a chittering screech, Screamsicle II’s hands, now little more than massive pincers, lashed out and decapitated the two nearest villagers as the others started to flee. Feeling a moment of glee, the unmade saibaman rose to his feet and started toward the elder when the doors to a few nearby structures popped open to reveal Hell Diver soldiers within.
“Surprise, mother fucker!” One of them screamed as he fired a blast of energy that sent the saibaman crashing to the ground.
Never one to be one-up, Screamsicle II laughed haughtily. “The surprise is all mine, lads!”
At that, an unknown host of assassins shed their concealement and threw themselves at the Hell Fighter soldiers.
“Kill everything that moves!” Screamsicle II roared before firing an energy blast that tore a nice, clean hole through the fleeing elder’s back. Seeing the corpse, the saibaman changed his mind. “Well maybe leave them a little alive!”
Thirty of Coba’s villagers have been killed, either by the Unmade Assassins or in the resulting chaos.
Fifteen villagers have been captured and Unmade.
Fifty-five soldiers from the garrison have been killed.
Twenty were captured and Unmade.
Sixty Unmade Assassins were destroyed.
Screamsicle II received a few scuffs in the skirmish (a Minor Injury).
The surviving soldiers have withdrawn to outside the village limits. Much like a routed army in Crusader Kings (that one’s for you, Joe), they will be on autopilot back to the nearest safe Structure, where they can be reallocated/assigned to a unit (or given an NPC officer, that’ll be up to the Hell Divers).
The surviving villagers will become a roving pack of Displaced Person/Refugees.
Unmade Carnaval ‘controls the square’ -- the village exists but is devoid of life.
