The barracks burn!
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_Rising slowly from deep prayer, the armor-clad chancellor sniffed the scent of wood aflame. With deliberate force he slammed the door open and stood, visage passive, before the roaring fire engulfing the militia barracks. Walking out past the men and women of the town, rushing about with buckets and blankets, the red and black-garbed cleric chanted a series of guttural words as he entered the smokey building.
Creatures of pure water worked with valiant citizens to calm the blaze, and whirlwinds of living torrents of air cleansed the building of smoke.
After the blaze died down the chanceller was seen speaking solemnly with one of Jandor's cold-hearted mercenary guards and a pair of stout militiamen._
DM Involved: Maythor
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Will others involved in the event kindly add their own perspectives, please. Thanks!
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