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[It's a dark night in the wilderness, as the combined forces of Gafgarion's Legion and Agrias Oaks' knights makes camp. The proud, elegant knights and the scruffy sellswords have not exactly spent this trip as bosom chums, but tonight the tension in the air is palpable. Dirty glares and disdained scowls permeate the camp, and it is with considerable reluctance that the knights turn to bed.
This proves to be a mistake.
One by one, the knights are racked with coughs, tossing and turning in agony. Some of the mercenaries rush to their aid, bewildered; others simply snicker and watch as the knights die.
Gafgarion strides through the camp, blade drawn and in full armor.]
A shame to see so many young lives snatched away by Fate's cruel hand. Yet orders are orders, and coin is coin. Leave Lady Oaks be; Ser Light will pay handsomely for her untarnished head.
The others are fair game. If any of her band survive, kill them all! Let this night be stained red with their blood, and our victory!
This proves to be a mistake.
One by one, the knights are racked with coughs, tossing and turning in agony. Some of the mercenaries rush to their aid, bewildered; others simply snicker and watch as the knights die.
Gafgarion strides through the camp, blade drawn and in full armor.]
A shame to see so many young lives snatched away by Fate's cruel hand. Yet orders are orders, and coin is coin. Leave Lady Oaks be; Ser Light will pay handsomely for her untarnished head.
The others are fair game. If any of her band survive, kill them all! Let this night be stained red with their blood, and our victory!