A breathless hin mercenary from the Mercenary Camp in the Quagmires beyond Kholingen arrives muddy, bloody, and frightened on the doorstep of the walled fortress. Already, they had seen the fires in the swamps, and he had a story to tell:

Four people appeared near the entrance of the camp and began attacking viciously, with the intent to slaughter. The lizard tribe stepped up to fight bravely, defending their nearby warrens, but could not hold back the tide of might and magic; meanwhile, the halfing bolted and hid behind a clump of bushes, and watched the Idol to Tempus rocked by an evocational spell. Survival was paramount - he escaped with his head intact, and never looked back.

When a Defender arrived from Kholingen, he saw the massacre. Lizardfolk, mercenaries, and the roving gypsies alike were all victim to the attack; some civilians had scrambled into a cave and hunkered down there, hoping not to be caught when they first heard sounds of the violence, and they were spared. But like any mercenary camp, the fortifications are flimsy, but ready-made. Within a few days' time, those who survived manage to erect new tents, fences, and can now invite in more mercenaries that the Camp previously didn't have the food stores to support.

Some survivors erected a statue to the Red Knight, both as a memento and a warden against new intrusions.

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Say 'no' to JSBF!

*moltiner arrives at the idol to the Red Knight, and, seeing some of the slight remaining damage from the attack, immediately begins a prayer vigil to the newly erected Idol.*

//thanks whoever put that in. *huggles*

Vashen arrives with Molt to pay a slight homage to the Red Knight, but reminds his Corporal that the Order has no dealings at the Camp, they pray not as knights, but men.

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Vashen Dirge, Wanderer of the lonely road.