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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Knightfall" data-source="post: 7184714" data-attributes="member: 2012">Silhouette discovers that a lot more of the dead elf's gear survived than she originally suspected. There is his traditional elven sword, a fine magical courtblade with a simple keen enchantment on it. She can tell from its markings that is a family heirloom and it is inscibed with a phrase in the elvish alphabet: "When the Eirelis blows, the foes of House Symbaern will fall." The blade feels uncomfortable in Sil's hands. She doesn't detect any protection on it, she simply finds it a bit unwieldy.Keth's armor took the brunt of the damage inflicted by the High Atrificer's divine magicks. It is ruined beyond repair. However, the man's gauntlets have survived. Her monocle revels them to be gauntlets of ogre power. Quite useful for those that fight hand to hand using brute force. She wonders if they'd fit Thrak and if anyone would mind her giving them to him.Keth's other weapons have survived as well. There is a magical composite longbow with a strength enhancement, although the elf man's quiver and arrows burnt and melted together. There is also a simple magical dagger with a returning enchantment on it.The last item to survive is something that could have been quite useful to her if she didn't already have her own magical headband -- a circlet of persuasion. It is finely crafted and has a very distinct elven look to it.The rest of the dead elf's gear is ruined. Whatever magicks that once might have held them together has been sundered.As Soumral scans the terrain surrounding the road leading out from Baldur's Gate, she notes several fires in distant villages. The people living just outside the city's walls in the nearby farms look on with concern. They likely saw the blasts coming from the sky but remain in the dark as to what is happening. a few  nearby farmers stand along the road asking questions and are shocked by the answers.Members of the Flaming Fists try to convince them to pack up their families and join the caravan. Many of them shake their heads and say things like "I refuse to be put off my lands by these invaders" and "Aren't you supposed to protect us from such threats! What good are you!" There is a stubbornness and ignorance to some of the farmers' behavior but mixed in with that are real fears and worries. A few pragmatists worry about their livelihood while others are more emotional. What will happen to their children, they say. Or they are concerned more for their animals."You must leave your farms for now," A fist pleads with them. "It might be possible to return at a later date, but if you stay, you will face death that cannot be fought with picks, swords, and even magic. If you will not come with us, then flee elsewhere. Take refuge in the safer forest and hills but do not stay here.""where do you travel to that will be safe?" A woman asks."We march for Candlekeep," he replies."They won't let you in," another man objects. "Better to hide in the city!""No, there is great evil on the city's streets. It is not safe and those of the Fists that stay behind to guard our retreat will likely die doing so. You must flee! You must warn your neighbors!""I will not leave my farm to marauders," another farmer shouts. "Flee you cowards, if you must!"The Fist stares the man down and looks like he's going to shout something but another member of the Fists puts her hand on his shoulder and shakes her head. "Let it go, Belgeon. You cannot hope to reason with them. we save who we can and pray for the rest.""But who can we pray to now, Loranys," the male Fist sighs. He ducks as a piece of rotting fruit is thrown at him by an irate farmer."Leave him alone!" A young wounded boy on one of the wagons yells at the farmer. "You should listen to him!" The boy is very tired and quickly lies back while coughing.Several of the nearby farmers make signs of warding when the wagon reappears and they see Silhouette for the first time. Others yell at the guards and call them all deceivers in league with evil creatures."Gods, you people are so quick to judge," Belgeon yells back. "fine! Stay here and die then if you will not listen to reason!" The Fist is frustrated and his words cut deep."Belgeon, control yourself," Loranys orders him. "You are a member of the Flaming Fists and you will act accordingly."The Fist guard grumbles quietly and then nods to her before stalking off towards the other side of the caravan."I am sorry for what the farmers yelled at you," the female guard apologizes to Sil and the others. "They are just frightened by what is happening around them with no idea how to respond. If there was more time, I'd try to reason with them myself, but I doubt they want to hear it."She looks at Yin Hun. "You have the look of someone from distant eastern lands of Toril. Are your people related to the Shou? They are known for their flying dragonships that can reach the stars."Emiko tries for nearly twenty minutes to contact the two ships, without any luck. Likely, the Imperial vessels are jamming any signals coming from the planet, or the ships are just not there.She does get a Freedom League signal from somewhere else however. A voice crackles through tons of static in her comms."This is Rebel Three to Solar Prime," the voice says. "Do you read me Solar Prime?" The voice pauses and then the signal clears and the voice speaks again. "I've detected your signal, whoever you are. Verify call sign! Beholder. Red. Ten. Ten. Goblin. Four!"</blockquote>

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