Editing A Blade in the Back (section)

==== Events ====
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| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | A group of [[demon]]s appears to be fleeing.  Either that or they've been sent on a suicide mission.  What a pathetic array of troops; they should be no match for your troops.<p><center>'''Guardians:''' {{Cn|Imp|name=6 Imps}}, {{Cn|Demon|name=3 Demons}}, {{Cn|Gog|name=4 Gogs}}</center></p><center>'''Contents:''' {{Morale|+1}}</center>
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| style="text-align:center;" | 43, 17, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | You see ahead what appears to be a battlefield with several dozen dead on both sides of the conflict.  The dead [[demon]]s' ichor fills the mid-morning air with a crisp smell of evil, while their opponents' corpses confirm the rumors that the [[Halfling]]s want their land back.<p>Sickened by the hundreds of dead [[Halfling]]s, you are forced to leave the scene or wretch.  Your men are not so lucky, for not all of them have horses as agile as yours and must pass through the carnage much more slowly.  Many empty their stomachs, adding to the virtually impregnable wall of odors assaulting them as they march.</p><center>'''Contents:''' {{Morale|-2}}</center>
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| style="text-align:center;" | 66, 65, 0
| style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | As your army approaches the city of [[Jagos]], you can see a peculiar thing.  There are scores of men crucified upon the battlements.  One in particular stands out.  He has longish gray hair, a full beard, mustache, and a strange aura about him, even while dead.  It appears as though Grand Forgesmith [[Khazandar]] has met his untimely end, and not in a pleasant manner either.  Rather, not only has he been killed, but he has been humiliated and put on display for others to mock and jeer as well.<p>You can smell the carnage for miles, yet you are drawn to this place inexplicably.  Something must be done to stop this madness.  Those who follow the dark one called [[Lucifer]] shall pay with their lives is the silent vow you mutter to yourself as you continue up the road.</p>
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