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Mind racing with dark thoughts, you swiftly guide Lorna and Gorrack into a nearby alleyway and out of the packed city streets. The incessant tolling of the bells above crashing down on top of you, while Honor Blades pound across the streets in full plate armor. The minotaurs seemingly gathering a large host by the gates no doubt in preparation for the coming battle.

Palms covered in a thin layer of sweat, you gaze about the deserted alleyway, unable to believe how quickly things have turned, Ice eye's warning flashing through the back of your mind, begging you to save his people. But all you can think about right now are the thousands of glowing campfires you saw in the swamps, reminding you of what was awaiting you out there. And no matter how you try to reason your decision, this was simply not your fight.

Facing your companions, you whisper loudly enough for them to hear. "We must leave the City and quickly."

The hard planes of Gorrack's face stiffen with a dark scowl at the thought of fleeing battle, while Lorna brushes her fingers lightly through her honey brown hair. Her lips pursued thoughtfully as though digesting your words. "And how do you propose we do that? The Honor Blades guard all the gates and I doubt very much they would risk the safety of the city to open them up for us."

For a moment you consider your options trying to come up with a solution to your problem, when you hear a deafening crack that seems to come from every direction. The pavement beneath your feet breaking apart into tiny fragments as the familiar noxious stench of the swamp envelops you. Roots burst up from out of the ground. Thick heavy vines shoot up the sides of buildings, their limbs emerging out of the land to rise up high into the air like frail fingers seeking the sun. The very ground trembling as the stone pavement is quickly replaced with muck, mud and dirt. And if that was not enough, swamp trees the size of towers erupt in the middle of the streets, tearing houses asunder and darkening the ground overhead with their size.

Hurriedly backing away from the destruction, you spin around and sprint back towards the marketplace, followed by the sound of loud cracks as more trees explode out of the pavement. Gorrack and Lorna not far behind you as you make a mad dash towards the only place that seems relatively calm, a grove of trees that surrounds a statue of Ice Eye's. The place undoubtedly guarded by enchantments.

Entering the grove, you feel a wave of peace wash over you, healing your wounds and flooding you with fresh strength. Ice Eye's steely blue gaze staring down at you with both sadness and regret. Filling you with a sudden wave of guilt that makes you feel uncomfortable.(+20 Health Points to each character.)

Angered by this inexplicable feeling of remorse, you turn away from the statue and watch the unfolding carnage, wondering if you should have least tried to help the Honor Blades, when your jaw drops open in shock.

Trolls in thick bark like armor pour out from the gaping holes in the stone pavements to assault the fleeing minotaurs with war clubs, axes and swords. The creatures tearing through the city streets like blood crazed fiends, howling their warcries.

Blood pumping furiously through your veins, you search for a way out of the city, all the while trying to appear inconspicuous, when a group of trolls commanded by a large bulky warrior with piercing red eyes, catches sight of your party and directs his warriors against you. The creatures let loose a cry so full of rage and hate as they charge towards you, their eyes filled with malevolence.

3. Use the time given to you by the people and the Honor Blades to escape the city?

Ignoring the swirling chaos all around, you make a swift dash towards the gates, Lorna and Gorrack trailing after you with questioning gazes that burn through your back. All the while your mind circles around to the same thought, that this was not your fight, saving these people was not your responsibility, and yet the harsh thoughts felt hollow inside of you, empty of all meaning. They would all die,but at least you would live.

Stepping aside to avoid a collision with a troll, you stab your blade quickly into its chest, before booting it backwards and running on. The deafening noise of battle crashing against you like a continuous wave of sound that seemed to never end. The noise becoming as familiar to you as the thunder of a waterfall.

Blowing right past the remnants of the Honor Blades, you burst free, out into the open countryside with fields of green spread as far as the eye can see in all directions. And as the sound of battle slowing fades away behind you, you finally feel a sense of peace wash over you that is soon broken by Lorna's voice asking you stop and turn back. But you simply ignore her and keep running, your eyes focused on the horizon that juts out just before you.

After your certain there is no danger around, you slow down to a halt and turn around, sweat stinging your eyes and sliding down your back.

Face burning hot with rage, Lorna spat out, "I should have known that you would run like a coward! I thought you were different from other mercenaries! But it seems I was wrong!"

You smile at her barb, feeling the sting of her words. "You're partly right, I'm not much different from other mercenaries, but I am no coward, you've seen that yourself first hand. However I will not throw my life away for a city that is doomed to fall. Now if you don't like the way I do things,then let us part ways right now and be done our alliance, if not let us dispense with these pleasantries and be on our way."

Lorna's eyes flare angrily. "You know as well as I do, that we cannot go our separate ways, the power that leashes you to the demoness, controls us as well. But know this, if you try anything like that again, I will kill you myself."

That you have no doubt off, although you a fairly certain Sarsonel would interfere to ensure that outcome never occurred.

You open your mouth to tell her so, when you see dust clouds rise up on the horizon, shimmering with light that could only be metal, and yet the shimmering stretched for many miles in both directions. Deciding to hold your tongue, you continue travelling south-east away from the flashes of light.

Battle Results

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Companion Reputation, ( - 5 Gorrack is displeased with your actions. -5 Lorna is displeased with your actions.

Loot

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Side Quest Completed