And so we begin

(Note, this STARTS in Abaven. We'll do one round of them gathering, Starling will tell them to get the remaining stock, and they'll move out to set up. This is mandatory for the seige. No posting order, and lets do this as quickly as possible so we're all good.)

Starling had calmed himself down just enough to organize his thoughts. He had managed to move some stock over, and, after sacrificing his traded pelts, he set up a place for the injured in the swampy lands. It seemed there would be no waiting for the seige, so Starling didn't necessarily have to dig a store, which was lucky because there seemed to be no possible way. So he had rushed, set his stock in piles for anything that might be necessary and some things just for emergency. He had the wound binders, the irritants, the blood stoppers. He was ready for war, and he had spent every day since his return to Abaven stocking up on anything he could. Every trip was about the seige, and he had worked dilligently to organize and keep his herbs fresh. They would last, not the winter season like he had hoped...but they would last. Each were piled in their individual pelt, rolled in such a painstaking way that it would be easy to carry with their limited healers. If not, while some were setting up he could calling for others to go back for more. Without hesitance he stood before his den and threw his head back, calling for the healers to come and aid in the move. It was time, and he was prepared.

"Burn Baby Burn" || "Bruciare Bambino Bruciare"