Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20160205120927/@comment-24696651-20160226221614

8th of Sun's Height

From what Cynric could tell, the fort was not designed to withstand a prolonged siege. He reckoned they recieved food shipments every week or so, and they were halfway through their rations. He went to the water tanks, and opened them up, so their contents would quickly spill onto the floor, leaving nothing to drink. He piled up the food, putting it on the wooden shelves, before blasting it with flames. The grain caught fire most quickly, being mainly starches and carbon. The dried meats came next, having no moisture to halt the fire, and the vegetables, being relatively fresh and moist, took longest to catch fire. The wooden shelf added much needed heat, as the vegetable fire would not be able to sustain itself without it.

Within five minutes, there was a relatively large fire going. The smoke and fumes rose upward, but it wouldn't be long before it went under the floor. He reckoned at this rate, their food would be unsalvagable by the time they found the fire - they had no water to put it out, after all. He put his ear to the door, trying to hear if there was anyone in the kitchen or mess hall.