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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Cerebral Paladin" data-source="post: 3776793" data-attributes="member: 3448">A few hours later, just before the dim dawning of a new day, we roused the tribe.  We had them all gather and form into lines so we could distribute food in an orderly manner.  We also informed them that the food was a result of Lord Paranswarm’s bounty.  The trueborn all genuflected and swore their devotion to us and Lord Paranswarm.  I believe that the events of the night had strengthened our control over them.  They viewed both the bone ooze and the constructs of the Orange Mage as enormously dangerous.  By dealing with them--and in each case only sending one or two of our number to deal with them--we established that we were enormously powerful.  They will need to be carefully watched to ensure that they remain orthodox in their devotion to the Lord of Darkness, but for now, I believe that they have accepted his dominion over their souls.We proceeded on in the second day of our journey back to exile in Tarkenia.  We wished to move quickly, since the hope was to reach the Shadowline before nightfall.  Our hope was that the bone ooze would clear a path for us, allowing us to travel without interruptions.  By midmorning, however, one of the pickets that we had sent walking ahead of our main body came running back towards us.  He hurried to Sergeant Cilorean, clearly having figured out who our leader was, and gave a quick report.  Spring and I had hurried over in time to hear what he said.  He reported that a small group of “braxats” was approaching, along with a chaos warrior.  None of us recognized the term “braxat,” and Spring asked for a description.  The boy described goat-centaurs, although he did not use that term.  The Sergeant ordered us to change course, in an effort to avoid them.  It would delay our trip to the Shadowline, but avoiding combat was essential if possible.  However, after only a few minutes on our new course, another of the pickets ran back in and said that the braxats had changed direction as well.  They were probably faster than even the four of us, and they could certainly outrun the trueborn, so we had no choice but to meet them.  The Sergeant called the four of us forward--if it came to battle, we would need to be positioned to defend the tribe.As they approached, we saw that there were three braxats:  a herald, who unfurled a white banner emblazoned with a black sun that had a laughing face, though the cruelest laughing face I have ever seen; a guard; and the Chaos Champion itself, a third braxat, somewhat larger than the others and with equipment and armor appropriate to its rank and power.  The Champion had an additional laughing mouth in the middle of his torso, although at the distance I could not see if that was an insignia on his armor or an actual part of his chaos-twisted body.</blockquote>

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