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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5433961" data-attributes="member: 11751">Torrent tightens the straps on her pack while she answers Hrimr: "Torm is a god of duty and honour, commonly worshiped by dedicated soldiers or paladins.  I believe we can rule out the latter based on his apparent affiliation with those vile bounty hunters, but I cannot further fathom his purpose or intent.  I'm just glad he and his minions fled the scene.  I had no wish to be sold to an inquisitor." With one final look at the blazing pub, you all head East down the Emelk Way (the main road of Gate Pass).  The city is ablaze in many places and the bells of the watch towers clang out with urgency.  You hear muted smashes and explosions behind you as you walk down a road that is progressively more choked with frantic civilians.Gate Pass soldiers rush past you to some position to the West, carrying many quivers of arrows and other supplies.  Every once and a while you spy a bat winged creature with the head of a lizard and the tail of a scorpion fly over head.  Riding the beast are soldiers wearing the crimson uniform of Ragesia who drop pumpkin-sized clay urns onto buildings below them.  When the urns strike, they explode in flames and spread flaming oil about.  Pillars of smoke rise into the air, blocking out the moon and stars.As you walk, you hear the whimpering voice of a desperate man: "Help...someone please help us!"  With a break in the clump of civilians you're traveling with, you see a smoke and soot-stained man collapse in exhaustion.  He carries the severely burned body of a woman in his arms and three small children sit wrapped in blankets and cry.  Behind the family sit the ashen remains of a house, still glowing with red coals in some parts.</blockquote>

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