The Standoff

It is quiet in the Godswoods as the travelers make their way back up the mountain towards the Godhunter camp.  Not a sound is heard.  The normal banter is strangely absent, as if all can sense the looming stillness and the threat it holds.  They make it to the front gates without issue and it is immediately apparent that things are very wrong.  There are ample signs of a fight that raged through the camp, although the fires of battle have long since burned low.  Broken workbenches and upturned tables lie neglected where they have fallen.  Tents normally spaced through the entire camp have converged into a tight defensive circle.  The Godhunters, usually friendly and energetic, are glum and angry.  There are no bodies, but there are bits of discarded chrysalis crystal.  As you make your way to your normal camping spot that is when you notice them.  Shadowy figures in the flowing blue robes of the Monastery are watching from just beyond the firelight.  Their faces hold no friendliness, and offer no hints at mercy.  The whole camp is balanced on the edge of a knife, where one wrong move can mean the difference between peace and violence.