You make yourselves comfortable in the ruined temple complex, Ragux and The Mouse huddling down in the pit you had previously dug out, which had revealed the domed chamber below with the starry sky carved into the ceiling. The others take vantage points around the temple, both to see what happens there, and with a view out over the city to ensure some warning if the trolls or goblins venture out during the day. The temple complex is situated part way up one of the twin hills upon which Agadol grew, high enough to see out over the city walls, but not high enough to see over the surrounding hills. As dawn breaks over those hills, a line of light marches across the surrounding forest. The light subtly transforms the forest where it strikes -- the towering trees become smaller, and less densely packed. They become a less vibrant green, looking dryer and sparser. Thousands of thin pillars of smoke rise from the campfires of the surrounding armies in the first, joining together above the trees into a gray haze above the forest. As the light approaches the crumbled piles of ruined city walls it transforms the forest into bare, burnt fields with arrayed rows of spikes angled out towards the first to discourage cavalry, but unmanned and looking paltry in the dawn. The morning light reaches the city walls and they transform from broken piles of stones to tall walls of red-painted, dressed stone. Soldiers stand atop the wall with spears and crossbows, but they look few and sparse compared to to the numbers implied by the pillars of campfire smoke rising beyond them. The city is mostly still, ground floor windows and doors boarded shut and people peeking out from second and third floor windows to see what is happening. Away from the walls, through most of the city, only stray dogs and cats move, and the city seems to be waiting. You hear horns sound out from the hidden forces, which are joined by additional horns from the north and south of the city as the sweep of dawn light progresses past. The horns seem to be passing signals, there are tantalizing patterns in their sound. Then drums begin, echoing around the valley and off the hills, and figures emerge from the forest and begin crossing the fields to the walls. They are a mixed lot, some armored in glistening steel, others in working garb carrying sticks and axes, and everything in between. The armored companies are clearly ordered and practiced, but a large majority of the invaders are ragtag and move like a mob. They carry great ladders -- hundreds of wide ladders -- upon their shoulders and break into a jog across the fields. The defenders open fire haphazardly at the attackers, but the numbers are too many and when the wall is scaled and swarmed over -- it is not so much a battle as a lightly resisted sack. From your vantage point in the temple, looking out over the city you can see the barred and boarded doors being smashed down and people dragged from buildings. The invaders methodically send squads into a building, carry out items to be stacked in the street and search through the items brought out -- then set the buildings aflame. The view quickly becomes obscured by the smoke filling the air, but the sack is replaced by people fleeing towards the center of the city, where the temple is, fleeing out of the smoke ahead of the invaders. The temple itself is left open. What were collapsed ruins at night is now a soaring building, with an arched, buttressed, ceiling at least a hundred feet above. Painted statues of dancing figures line alcoves revealed in the restored walls, and people in robes move about, watching the invasion with resigned expressions, and ushering those fleeing the fires into the temple. People huddle in the back of the temple, clearly scared, but seemingly comforted to be here. The robed figures methodically check on them, bring water, and treat injuries. The smoke eventually rises up from the city, choking out sight and blowing ash through the temple. The sounds of fighting grow closer, and louder, as the smoke thickens, until eventually armed figures appear at the door. When they do, the robed figures all descend to the door and put up a defense -- they are clearly skilled unarmed fighters, but there are only a couple dozen of them, and the invaders seem endless and just keep coming. Earlier in the morning, when the light fully illuminated the temple, Ragux and The Mouse watched the dirt filling the chamber below drop away, the walls become dark with pinpricks of light glowing out from carved stars on the ceiling dome. The room is circular, the inside of a hemisphere. The pattern of stars in the ceiling is hard to make out clearly, from their vantage point peering down, but Ragux recognizes patterns of constellations around the rim -- patterns from the glimpses of memories he has had in the past. A raised block, intricately carved, rises from off-center in the room to waist height. Atop the block is a stand holding a golden spear, glimmering with the reflected light from the stars. A curved door sits closed on one side, the only apparent access to this room. The room seems immaculately cleaned, but bare except for the stone alter with the golden spear. Shortly after the walls are overrun, four of the robed figures hurry into the room and close the door behind them. Two of them take up positions against the wall, flanking the door, and the two other two stand in martial stances to defend against foes coming in from the door. The maintain these positions until the temple is overrun above, and the search and sack begins. Above, the soldiers fight their way in, and slay or remove the figures hiding in the temple. They then branch out in groups down passages long collapsed and begin a search of the temple. One of the groups who disappear down a passage later smash through the door into the room below -- the door literally explodes apart, showering the robed figures in debris as they smash their way in. The robed figures hold out for a log time, at least a quarter hour, before they are eventually overcome. At least two dozen of the invaders lay broken on the floor, or pushed back into the passage they were attempting to enter from, but finally they defeat the last defender and enter. One of the figures in glistening armor enters and approaches the golden spear, smiling and talking to two others who accompany her. She hefts the spear with a look of satisfaction, barks an order to a tall, but slender, Goliath who looks just like a young Ragux dressed in rough working clothes, who turns and takes off at a jog. She then exits the chamber, taking the spear. When she emerges back in the upper temple a contingent of the armored invaders has arrived, summoned by the young Ragux, and form a protective formation around her. She points to the pillars supporting the flying buttresses and gives orders to the other invaders present, then leaves. Those who remain begin smashing at the pillars with great hammers and wedges. After several hours of work, they bring down the pillars, and the roof collapses in for the most part. They spread oil over everything and set it alight, then depart.