The Lower Bay of Ithteca (enterance 2a)

Down below the steep mountainside of the Ithteca, in the Black Moth Ocean is a small sailing boat. On board this boat are a scant few passenger's whom are milling about while there was still light out, one in particular was not like the average person on board the ship. She stands out at the bow of the ship, clad in a classic Minktail leather outfit with only a few self modifications. Her ebony shoulder blades and upper spine were exposed between strands of her purple white hair. Her leather corset coming together towards the base of her back, in which a long almost skirt like cape extended down from the corset it was fused to; rushing past her brown leather hip hugging thong, obscuring any chances of viewing her bum from behind. A leather nicked hat was also worn upon her head, and it resembled a cross between a cowboy's stetson, a fedora and a witch's cap. She half turns, her attention upon her right wrist which a device had been attached to. It was a small computer looking device that had a green hovering grid rotating above it's shining and well lit base. The woman, who was a Drow, looks to the hovering green grid and her lips are curled into a smile.

Upon closer inspection, the grid appeared to be a map. A map of Ithteca City, to a very fine degree. She chuckles, pulling up the location of all the local bars and such, then she pulled up a review of the local inns, finding which was the cheapest, which didn't have rats to deal with, etc. She then closes the map down, walking over to a barrel filled with delicious red apples and snatches one from the top as she walks by with her left hand. She softly tosses it in her hand as she continues to walk, pausing before the door to her quarters and then turned to the ever darkening sky above the sea. Her beautiful and glowing emerald eyes seemed almost to sparkle at the site of stars beginning to form on the horizon. She half grins, then brings up the red delicious and bit into it. She turns away and enters the room. It would soon be time for their boat to ride up the elevating harbor that would take them to the city above. Soon as she predicted, the small sailing vessel enters port, and is tied to a large concrete column that was in the elevating harbor.

After a couple minutes pass, the lift sparks up and then slowly carries the water and ships upon it up the steep slope of the mountainside, a sleeping Dark Elf among the number of crew and passengers on board the several ships that docked.

The Siege has begun. The first waves descending from the surrounding mountains, or ascending from the depths of the water, crashed into the bay docks and shipping and jettys, tearing into the port. Hundreds, and thousands of slavering demons, mutated monsters, cybernetic terrors and all the nightmares the mortal mind could imagine came alive before the frightened fishing families and dock workers, and in full view of the city dwellers above them.

Hundreds were killed in mere moments, more were taken as slaves and fresh food. The demonic entities kept advancing with horrific efficiency despite their chaotic nature. Structures were quickly laid to waste by the pounding weapons fire and infernal magics unleashed.

But, even as the Horde tore the docks and jetties apart, elsewhere in Ithteca, the other land and sea entrances were facing their own portions of this first wave....