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It is with alarming speed that the plumes of black smoke arise from the Baersonling lands. And it is perhaps, more alarming that no refugees come forth. Yet, your first sight of them, by Huffud's own guard, turns out to be a very unnerving one. On the other side of the stream stands a mixture of silhouettes, smooth, white, the sunlight reflecting off of them, the long, muscular bodies with smooth, featureless heads and long, unnaturally long arms, extending into massively oversized hands that drip with blood. The very movement, from what you can see on the other end of the streams gorge seems off, jerking back and forwards in time, yet the moves obviously have elegance, power and intent behind them.
