As night fell over Charten, a savage cry could be heard growing closer to the town walls. The two watchmen at the gates strained their eyes, trying to piece out what was approaching them under the cover of darkness, but only noticed the few dozen bandits rushing towards the town gates too late, as arrows pierced their bodies, the torches they held making them easy targets for what few archers the bandits possessed. 

"Alright, boys, listen up!" The bandit captain, a Berserker, stepped out in front of his group, planting his axe into the ground with a grin. "Do the same thing we always do. Break in, kill everyone that tries to stop us, and loot everything that's not nailed down! And take all you want! That general actually let us loot the village this time! Now, mages, burn that fucking gate down!" He bellowed, stepping aside to let the two mages in his force pelt the wooden gate with fireballs until it finally fell. The blaze began to spread to the outermost buildings in the town, and the bandits charged in, hacking at anyone that didn't flee out of their way.