The Dreams They Had That Night

It was late at night in the Port Of Siloon. The near-full moon shone down on the town square, glinting off store-windows, shiny bricks and stones that made up the paths and the weapons in the hands of the men gathered there. A familar man, a darkly handsome man stood on the town gallows. He was talking. He gave a speech. It was a stirring speech, meant to inspire action. Action against the non-humans. The non-humans that meant to eat the real humans, sneak in at night and kill them. Kill them all in their sleep, one by one by one.

All the non-humans shared the same thought at the same moment. "We don't wish to hurt them! We'll leave them alone if they leave us alone!". Yet the dream went on.

The men were swiftly organized. Those with millitary skills led those without. Weapons were polished. Hunting parties sent out. A were-fawn was found and dispatched with amazing cruelty. Then... the darkly handsome man re-grouped his forced in the town square. There was something happening. Something...before a bakery shop the air split asunder as a sword would split flesh. In an hour's time seen in seconds, thousands of men came through. Thousands of men. Lord Fred's men. Lord Fred's friends. The Great Kingdom had sent forces to pillage the lands around Siloon and kill all non-human sentient creatures!

Fred awoke. He found himself on the edge of the Elven camp. The next few hours confirmed the dreams.
His freinds were to wage war on the non-human sentient creatures of the Great Lands! What was he to do? And would he ever be able to slay the dragon?

1. Lord Fred organizes a retreat to the island land of the were-foxes.
2. Lord Fred goes as a delegate, waving a white flag, to talk with the human leader.
3. Something else?

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