Editing Cerberus Gate (section)

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| style="text-align:center;" | {{red}} 1, 9, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | You know that deep within the bowels of the earth demonic forces lay in wait to tear you limb from limb.  Before entering such a world it would be most prudent to have a well-armed force at your back.
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| style="text-align:center;" | 2, 22, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | Stopping for a quick break, you wander into the shadows of a cool forest.  Immediately, you stumble upon a majestic bird shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow.  You stop in your tracks.  Your legs won't move.  This is the famed [[Quei Bird]] - more beautiful than any creature you have ever seen.  It peers at you, looking straight into your soul.  With a sudden start the magnificent bird lifts off, leaving a sparkling blue feather behind.  You pick up the feather and the men take this as a good omen, raising their morale significantly.<p><center>'''Contents:''' +2 {{Morale|+2}}</center></p>
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| style="text-align:center;" | 4, 10, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | Winding your way through the mountains you see signs of habitation - old campfires, bones of consumed animals.  Too late, you realize you are surrounded.  [[Gog]]s attack!  They must be protecting the entrance to the [[Underworld]].<p><center>'''Guardians:''' 25 {{Cn|Gog|name=Gogs}}</center></p>
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| style="text-align:center;" | 4, 11, 1
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | Before continuing, you remember your promise to [[Queen Allison]] and dispatch a letter stating that you have made it to the [[Underworld]] Gate and are just now securing the passage.  All that's left are some [[Arch Devil|Archdevils]], and you're certain that your army can handle them.
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| style="text-align:center;" | 23, 35, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | "Excellent, Sir!  We were just on our way to tell you that we are interested in joining your cause.  If you visit the [[Barracks]] weekly we'll be very glad to sign up with you," says a [[Swordsman]], pointing to the [[Barracks]] just behind him.
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| style="text-align:center;" | 29, 23, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | You stare bleakly at the inhospitable land ahead.  It's burned and scarred by lava and flame.  Dead.  What twisted creature would choose to live in such a place?  The [[Underworld]] will be worse, you're sure, but this is bad enough.  Your men begin to murmur about the strange occurrences that go on in these parts - evil things.  They fidget as they walk, flinch at every noise.  Sensing they are close to fleeing, you sit boldly in your saddle and show no sign of distress as you give the order to continue.<p><center>'''Contents:''' -2 {{Morale|-2}}</center></p>
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| style="text-align:center;" | 35, 33, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | Your [[Barbarian]] instincts tell you that the [[Demon]]s would not leave this place unguarded.  You see nothing at first, but the faintest odor of sulfur gives away the presence of your attackers.  They must've seen something in your expression because lots of [[Magog]]s suddenly attack..<p><center>'''Guardians:''' 26 {{Cn|Magog|name=Magogs}}</center></p>
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