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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Gregor" data-source="post: 5534129" data-attributes="member: 11751">Having reached a majority decision, you check your equipment, ready your weapons and head out of the tower.  After a few moments spent climbing down the side of the soot-stained bridge, you begin walking with the flow of the river.  The riverbed is dry and cracked towards the forest's edge where flames burn intensely.  The river itself has reduced significantly over the decades, now resembling little more than a slowly moving deep creek.  The water steams constantly and your clothes become damp and uncomfortable as you walk on the ash and sand riverbank.  Occasionally intense gusts of wind blow down the length of the river sending clouds of lung-choking smoke or blasts of hot cinders shaken loose from the branches above you.  Once and a while you struggle for breath, or a cinder sets part of your hair or clothes alight.  These trials force you to tie moist strips of fabric around your mouths, or to jump into the scalding river to put out a fire on your person.  After a few hours of walking, with nothing more interesting to look at other than scorched riverbed rocks, blazing trees or swirling clouds of dust and ash, you begin to long for rest.Towards the end of the day, as the river begins to widen and the treeline begins to spread out around a large body of ashy water in the far distance, you stop to sip water and exchange weary glances.  As you take your break and try to relax, a large floral burst of flames erupts about 50 feet ahead of you on the riverbed.  Startled, you turn in its direction and see your infernal attacker from yesterday.The bearded devil drives his saw-toothed glaive into the sand, leaving it erect and quivering with the force of the impact.  His tattered cloak whips in the wind and his evil eyes stare at you in thought.  It then raises its hands, palms raised towards you in a sign of peace and speaks:“Hail, champions! It is sad that we meet in such a vile place, and under such cruel conditions. You flee Gate Pass, under the descending fist of the Ragesian Empire, toward a temporary safety. You and I both know Ragesia won’t let you escape as easy as that, but we don’t have to have this come to further blows.”He points to his neck with a gnarled, green finger, showing off an iron collar.“Indeed, I am one of their dogs, leashed and collared by one of their inquisitors. I am bound to their letter, but I bear them no respect. You, though, you have my respect. You fight well, I’ve seen. I have no desire to throw away more lives than is necessary, particularly not my own, and I share with you the desire to escape this place as soon as possible.  I think we can work together, to find a way out of this fiery wood. As nice as it is for me, I do not think you like it so much. Well, do I have your ear? Are you interested in alliance?” </blockquote>

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