Wadi gives a quick nervous look to Inge at her question but that question needs to get answered sooner rather than later. He add "And, what do they look like?"

The elven woman looks annoyed at Myrla's questions. It is a response that may be warranted and everyone in the group will meet often. 

"Archons are what we call the delegation of each race in the Council of Thirteen," the woman explains. "Thirteen Archons for the thirteen races of Nirvanah. Some, like the Dwarven Archon, Jarl Morag Blastborn, or the Giant Archon, King Atreus Stormrider, are great martial warriors. Others, like Arch-Magus Prana, and the Gnomish Archon, Artificer Helena Wyndham, are more magically adept. I know not what happened, but five years ago the Council fo Thirteen was dismissed. Five Archons left and created the Thrandir Federation."

"You don't know about Archons but you know the names of two of the generals fighting in this war?" The man in the full-plate armour asks when he heard Inge's question. "General Helstrom and General Dawnchaser are posted on the other war front. You will not meet them here. But... Huh... The two of you do look like them." He scrutinizes Inge and Wadi for a long moment before giving a shaky and uncertain nod. "I've seen that frown and eyebrow crease on General Helstrom before," he says as he points at Inge's face. "And your nose and eyes do look like General Dawnchaser's," he says to Wadi. He remains staring for a moment before shrugging. "Eh, maybe I'm just seeing things. But, yes, they are on our side. You will know if someone is not on our side, especially in this war front. They are physically different. One of the Archon on the Thrandir's side dabbles in life and death magic. Without the restriction of the practice of said magic in their new federation, they seem to be ramping up their experiments and create these abominable creatures that they use as fodders and distractions. You will smell them before they come, so we're always prepared, but sometimes they unleash a new creature that will catch us offguard. That's why we need to keep replenishing supplies."

As the man explains, Milo and Myrla are reminded with the creatures that they encountered and ravaged Milo's village. The creatures could be smelled long before anyone caught any sight of them. It made it easy to prepare for them. The problem laid in making sure the creatures were dead because they kept standing back up even with fatal wounds littering their body.

{{No, none of you have heard of magic to this extent, much less about titles attached to magical prowess. And there are no record from that time except for legends and myths, but most of them have been debunked. Well, until the Emergence made some of the myths, especially those concerning monsters and strange creatures, came true.}}

Myrla stays quiet for some time processing all this strange information, but also to avoid annoying their leader and the other recruits. Life and death magic? And a strange smell? Something clicks in her mind and she remembers when Milo's village was overrun by foul creatures. There was a horrid smell, too, could it be? I'm not sure I can stand this a second time. And poor Milo? She ventures a glance to Milo to see how he's taking the news. Unable to contain her curiosity any longer, words break out of her, "Who are we reporting to on this front? Who is the general here? An archon, too? Is it General Galen? I mean, we aren't supposed to face an enemy archon without one of our own, right?" She directs at the officer with a tinge of worry in her voice.

"And who is the one that sends these creatures?" she asks the woman. "I barely managed to flee from a village that they overrun. I still don't know who was attacking but that smell they speak of, I will never forget that."

"That would be General Lunafreya," the man says. "Not an Archon, but near enough. A close friend of Arch-Magus Prana. The other Archons are mostly on the other front, the one that is facing the most casualties and the heaviest battle. We're only dealing with skirmishes and blocking the horde on this front. If an Archon appears, the general is strong enough to hold them off until we call for reinforcement. You should note that not all Archons are martially adept. Arch-Magus Prana, bless her, is one of the less martially adept Archons. She's the brain of the operation and capable of miraculous feats of magic, but not in battle. You would be safer with General Lunafreya who is a master of war magic. 

"Hmm... You must have lived near the border if that's the case," the man continues. "You can put all the blame on the Naphil's Archon, Overseer Edrath Dydre. While his people are with us, he is not. The fell magic he practised had corrupted him. You will see what I mean if you see him. He's easy to spot. Just look for tattered skeletal wings. The other Naphils will also feel it when he's close. If you see white wings fluttering erratically on the battlefield, then the Naphils had felt the presence of the Overseer."

Preferring to remain as unnoticed as possible given the surroundings, Brix stayed out of everyone's way as much as he could while still staying close to the others. He listened closely to the information being exchanged, cataloging and dissecting it in an attempt to decipher why they were here. With no answers readily available he decides the best course of action is to follow "orders" and watch what transpires. 

Inge's head is spinning with all this talk of 'magic,' whatever that is.  'Naphils' with fluttering white wings.  Archons and generals in a two front war.

She manages to look the man square in the eye as she tows the equipment.

"If there have been only skirmishes on this... front?  This front.  Then something much worse is coming.  Soon.  Better be ready."

She looks again towards the sunrise, feeling a pit in her stomach, sensing the coming danger.

Milo feels like enough questions have been asked. He goes to talk to the rest of the group, "I don't know how much of this is a re-enactment, how much is a history lesson for us, or if we have actually been placed back in time. If it is a lesson it might rely on us being at the right place to witness. I have a feeling if we just stand here, things won't progress. Shall we make a move and we can learn some more from Prana rather than just questions and annoying people who don't understand we aren't from this time?" and he will help with the equipment, while keeping an eye (and more importantly, nose) out. He is quite shaken by the fact that the same creatures who slaughtered so many of his people are possibly around, but he isn't showing it. When (if) they do show up, he will make sure they pay for what happened in the past.... future.... reality.... who knows anymore where we are compared to what was experienced pre-monument. 

As everyone takes in the new surroundings and information on this new place, you notice a look of excitement on Wadi's face when the name Dawnchaser comes up. When he catches himself, and potentially others notice his unusual reaction, he gives them a look of 'I'll tell you what I know in a moment.'

When the party has a moment to themselves he shares some of his history. 

• Decades ago there was a similar breach, the location was never known.
• Wadi's father and a few others ventured out from it. His mother, in the nearby area, came across these unique peoples and befriended them and feel in love with one of them. When it was time for them to return to their far-off-land, they said their goodbyes.
• Unbeknownst to them, she was carrying his child - Wadi. 
• What we passed through may have been a breach. 

Brix finally speaks up, "After much tthought I agree we should find Prana. No matter where we are or how we got here none of us has the ability or knowledge to get us back. It's also likely she will.want to know about the possession of Hunteros."

"Prana seems to have a plan," Myrla argues while pushing forward the carts filled with supplies. "She helped us against our possessed companion and guided us here and I think we can trust her guidance. She told us to observe, just as an instructor would. There is something here that she wants us to see, or that we learn from. I'm unsure whether this is all real, but her instructions were clear. I say, we do our best to bring the supplies to the front line as this would help these people most in case this is actually real and has consequences, but we keep our eyes open for anything weird, which is basically everything." She reflects a moment, "Well, every bloody room in this monument has been strange. For all I know, we are just in the next room and try to figure out how to proceed to the deeper parts. Didn't Hunteros mention that there would be another, lower floor?" 

"Perhaps we do both. We transport goods while paying witness on our way to find Prana." compromises Brix

„Perhaps,“ concedes Myrla.

(As posted, Inge has been  towing   the   equipment  the whole time, and continues to do so, with all her strength, even while talking).

Wadi is helping; a little ;-)

Milo is helping a bit too. He's a more dextrous fighter than strength though, and he's small

Brix is just trying not to get stepped on.

An hour into the journey, the group starts to see the hustle and bustle of the trench and encampment in more detail as they arrive at the edge of the encampment. The fully-plated man who guided the march motions to other soldiers to help with the carts and goods while ordering more decorated soldiers to get the recruits to settle in their new camp. 

Before the soldiers can take the recruits away, a cheery voice breaks the solemnity of the encampment. It comes from an elven girl, looking barely twenty years old in human or other race standards. To Myrla who is more familiar with elven years, the girl seems younger, around seventeen or eighteen. 

"Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran, Kashran," the elven girl calls as she skips toward the fully-plated man. 

The man lets out a heavy audible sigh and turns toward the girl. "Yes, can I help you with something, general?"

"Did you bring it?" The girl asks enthusiastically, barely hiding her glee and excitement. "Did you? Did you? Did you?"

Whatever the man, Kashran, is about to say becomes muffled as the feminine voice of supposedly Prana once again whispers a word, "Brace."

All of a sudden, the light of dawn darkens. Inge is the first to notice a dark shape blotting the rising sun on the horizon amongst the group as she has been keeping an eye on the direction throughout the journey. The soldiers around the recruits seem to have readied themselves long before the light darkens as if this is a common occurrence. 

"Formation!" The girl's voice rings loudly throughout the encampment. The high-pitched enthusiasm in her voice disappears, replaced with a firm commanding tone. The air of her face hardens and her purple eyes glow brighter with power. "Defense position Omega! Wizards, Sorcerers, cast the array! Brace, brace, brace! Phalanxes to Alpha Position! Clerics stand by! Druids with me! Start the ritual!"

Rows upon rows of people of many races, all dressed in loose tunics and carrying staves or thick books, stand in front of the soldiers facing the rising sun. From their hands, intricate runes and lights shoot forward, first seeping into the ground and then rising high to the sky to form a barely visible dome around the encampment. All is quiet for a long moment before a whistling sound screeches through the sky and a large flaming rock as large as Perseverance falls from the sky and shatters as it hits the dome. The dome buckles for a brief moment, but it stands. Unfortunately, more flaming rocks are falling from the sky. At the same time, the stench of death and decay wafts from the back. A grey mass begins to crest the hilltop, descending toward the trenches from the opposite direction of the flaming rocks. Upon a closer look, the grey mass is a large horde of grey-skinned creatures with unnaturally elongated limbs and large bulbous and maddened eyes. Some are rotting and missing parts of themselves, but still standing strong. 

"Ready yourselves, soldiers!" The man, Kashran, shouts. "This is just like any other day! Show the recruits how we do things here!" He grins and it looks somewhat familiar. 

{{I need everyone to make a Dexterity saving throw. Also, I need everyone to roll Initiative and then roll a 1d4.}}

Inge's jaw drops open and she hefts her glaive defensively as if it would do any good preventing the flying mountain from falling on her head.

One day, perhaps it is I who will hurl such massive boulders at my enemies as the giants do in the tales... or hurl my enemies themselves...

Even more incomprehensible to Inge is the... magic (?) being orchestrated by so many around her, as if a vast dance of power and precision.  Turning, she sees (and smells) the grey-skinned creatures and prepares (more legitimately this time) to fight.

Inge DEX Save:  14
Inge Initiative:  11
Inge d4:  3

Wadi

DEX Save: 19
Init: 9
1d4: 1