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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dekana" data-source="post: 4085282" data-attributes="member: 57009">A human soldier is the first of the accused to respond. He rests sitting on the ground, wearing a dull red robe that, upon closer inspection, appears stained with blood. Underneath is a heavy suit of armor, worn and scratched from a lifetime of use in combat. "Of course, we will clear up the true nature of this foul deed. You may wish to have a seat though; this will take some time.""I am Kaeso Drionus, and we are the victims of a foul enchantment. [flashback!] It began on the night of the 24th of Yearsend. Our company was relaxing in a local tavern. We drank and boasted of our previous victories, as was usual for us. A man walked in and offered us a job; he promised good pay, so like fools we accepted. Ready for another easy paycheck, we followed him. But it was a trap; peaceful looking monks tore off their robes all around us and revealed their weapons!" The memories must be deeply horrifying: Kaeso's nervous smile completely disappears as he continues with his tale."Though we fought against our attackers, their numbers were too great. One by one we were struck down, until at last we were all unconscious. When we awoke later, our limbs were constrained as we were forced to partake in a bizarre ritual. Robed members of some cult chanted as they sliced a wound into some beast; a creature with several mandibles protruding from its face. The blood, along with other reagents, were mixed and forced down our throats." The next part of the story is clearly the most troubling to Kaeso. He fights not to cry, signs of stress showing in his voice."Entranced, unable to resist whatever spell had been placed on us, we were released into the city. The power of the enchantment compelled to meet with the Knights of the Golden Cross. Being prisoners in our own bodies, we had no choice but to watch as we drew our weapons and slew them all. .. By Lothian, why Kaira? Why did this happen?" Kaeso pauses here, attempting to collect himself.</blockquote>

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