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=== The truce negotiation starts: === *The sun rises over the battlefield, casting a golden glow over the scene. The ground is littered with the bodies of the dead, both human and non-human. Some of the bodies are still smoldering from the fires of battle. The air is thick with the smell of blood and smoke. The armies of [[Lord Vellor]], the [[Baron Eddard Dunthmore|Baron]], and the PCs and their demi-human allies stand facing each other, their banners fluttering in the morning breeze. *In the shadows of the ruined building of Oleg village, a group of Drow looks on from a distance. Their eyes are narrowed in suspicion, and their hands are on their weapons. The PCs know that the Drow are not to be trusted, but they are also aware that they are outnumbered. On the other side of the battlefield, a small band of barbarians on horseback look on all sides with contempt. They are not interested in peace. They are only interested in plunder and bloodshed. *The armies march towards each other, knights in shining armor, archers with longbows, and footmen with spears and shields. The motley composition of all the forces is made worse by the stench of rotting flesh emenating from the undead, and the unkempt mercenaries and bandits loaded with plunder. The tension is palpable, but there is also a sense of anticipation. The world is on the brink of change, and everyone knows it. *The PCs and their allies approach a large tent setup in the center of the open field with caution. They know that the negotiations could go either way, and they are prepared to fight again if necessary. But they also hope that peace can be achieved, and that they can all avoid further bloodshed. The PCs can feel the weight of all the eyes on them as they approach the tent. They know that they are representing not only themselves, but also their friends, their allies, and their people. They take a deep breath and enter the tent, ready to face whatever challenges lie ahead.
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