Davidtown Militia

It should have been like any other day in Willowmoor. The sun rose on a cheerful village on a random weekday. The captain was gone with an entourage of men to meet with the invading force that sacked their trading partner, Mapleton. No one expected anything to happen while he was gone, and certainly not something that would have required his immediate return.

It started with a whistling sound that those who were outside and nearer to the south side of the village heard. Before they could discern what the sound belonged to, the first rocket struck the guard tower at the south entrance. At first, no one knew what happened...and then the militia appeared, hundreds of men strong, crossing the bridge into Willowmoor with guns, grenades, and rocket launchers.

Chaos erupted.

Willowmoorans of all ages and demographics ran for their lives, many unsure where to run to. Leaders in town did their best to corral the masses away from town, sending them into the surrounding woods or out to Sunfire Lake. The militia was relentless, marching the length of town, firing indiscriminately, uncaring when they struck the schoolhouse with children still inside...

By the time the militia left and the damage was assessed, it was clear that this was no random attack. They had left a message carved on the bridge into town - the one the captain and his entourage would surely cross on their way back home. In his absence, his wife was brought to view the message, which is how she came to know the name of the militia...as well as who was leading it. They were men whose names she knew well...men who had been the town's foes even before its founding.

It seemed that after 5 years of relative peace in the post-apocalypse, the young settlement called Willowmoor might have to answer the call of war.