Tyler watched as several impressive trebuchets were wheeled into position half a mile away along the shore of Moonblade, the city teeming with movement and noise that he could just begin to make out as the longboat drew nearer through the foul smelling black waters. He and several other Condemned souls had taken to standing near the port bow and watching with curious intrigue as the voyage neared its termination in their new home, one of Hell’s most populous cities. The wooden constructs were being set up just down the shoreline from a shipping port, followed by dozens of vague figures and what Tyler could tell even from where he stood were rolling cages. Some of the sounds coming from the activity there could not be mistaken for anything but what they were, the shrieks of agony and terror from the Damned within those wheeled cells.