Today was a tense day for those posted at the Al-Rafid manor, both the Insurgent forces and the dark espers feeling extremely solemn as they knew that many of them might not survive today.
The estate itself was a reasonably formidable stronghold, its once-luxurious architecture now rearranged into a war-hardened fortress.
The outer perimeter had been transformed into a miniature battlefield as trenches, expertly dug around the estate, provided cover for stationed insurgents.
Minefields littered the grounds leading up to the walls, disguised beneath loose dirt and debris.
Automated turrets, equipped with enemy-detection sensors, stood at key vantage points, primed to fire at any approaching force.
At the main entrance, a pair of watchtowers flanked the heavily reinforced iron gate, each occupied by insurgent snipers armed with anti-material rounds.
