Defending Dejune

As soon as the General had finished explaining the situation to the townsfolk, Haku turned smartly and stalked back into the tavern, shouting instructions to his crew. 
"Alright lads you all know the drill by now: Kalmat, secure the stables and douse the hay in water. We don't need anything burning unnecessarily. After that, grab the spears from the cellar and stack them outside. Raff, clean off the top shelf... No, both shelves. This could get ugly. Wokka, start tearing up sheets once you've closed the window shutters. 
Short Yak, oh, I see you already have the barrels out. Did you just assume the worst when the General called a meeting? Right. How silly of me. OK, get them lined up outside, gods know I don't want that stuff in here! Lara, we need armor. Go and raid the Captain's quarters. Grab anything sharp you see on your way! I'll secure the kitchen and pack rations, no knowing how long the wait will be.
Ok, GO! I want this place locked down and battle ready in 10 minutes."
15 minutes later (Short Yak briefly blocked the door with a barrel which required some very careful maneuvering to remove), the Planar Anchor was closed for business and open for armament. Two long tables of unlabeled bottles were being industriously stuffed with linen fuses by Wokka and Raff, while Short Yak (with a pillow strapped to his chest) was carefully sticking unlit candles to each barrel. 
Lara and Haku were handing short spears out to an orderly line of quietly seething townsfolk, and Kalmat was running drills in the town square for anyone who cared to learn the intricacies of not stabbing themselves. 
Towards the edges of town, a ragged defensive line was being created out of bustle and thin air. Rows of unlit torches stood ready in the dirt, repurposed furniture and rocks started to pile up as the residents argued over the most likely direction of an attack and whose beet farm most deserved to be behind the fire crab zone. The elderly and infirm had been moved into the castle, as had the circus performers and animals, which would make for an interesting fight if the battle got that far. Holy symbols were distributed by the Fallen Sword clerics and blessings were whispered above the children. 
There was a general air of unease about the town, but that was mostly due to rumours spreading about the barrels. 
Everyone knew the stakes. 
Everyone had been here before. 
To live in Dejune meant to fight for your home.
Living free always came at a price.