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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.

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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.

2. Help the Honor Blades defend the gates?

Fearing the gate would fall before you could get out, you rush past the group of struggling minotaurs and link up with the remnants of the Honor Blades, your blade sweeping to slash through the spines of the nearest creatures,before spinning around to cut at the trolls chasing after you. Gorrack's axe and Lorna's bow keeping a path clear to the left you.

One of the Honor Blades bleeding badly from a cut to his left eye, steps in closer to you, yelling over the deafening cries of battle. "You'd best leave warrior! We cannot hold these gates much longer! More trolls have been sighted approaching the gate from the other end!"

Panic rising in your chest at the thought of being boxed in from both sides, you clumsily hack down a troll that gets too close, the wounded beast striking you hard as it falls, wounding your arm.

Covered in thin layer of dust and sweat, you gaze off towards the minotaurs battling in the center of street, a part of you hoping that they would find a way to break free and join you here by the gates, but minotaurs aren't doing much better than you are. The trolls pressing them hard from all sides, allowing them no room to maneuver.

With less than a handful of Honor Blades left guarding the gates, you know you will have to make another decision soon. Try to save the minotaurs fighting for their lives? Or flee out of the gates,before you are crushed between the hammer and anvil?

(To continue the story, you will need to go back to Scenario 8 and select a different option.)

Battlefield Results

-70 Health Points

Companion Reputation, (Gorrack and Lorna are neither displeased nor pleased by your actions.)

Loot

None