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The DM (Chris) has now seen Firefly and Serenity. It's too late to back out of what he's unintentionally created. DM (Chris) has also created an NPC named Erro Villan so we can curse their sudden but inevitable betrayal.

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We hear in the morning that our actions of our domain voting to form a new government that will better represent everyone has been met with...issues. They ruling government has issued arrest warrants for those of us that want this.

We prepare in Solace to raid Blackforge Prison. Just in case, I grab a pouch of lye and a bottle of vinegar. Perhaps that will be of some aid down there. Finally, we fashion a couple of fire bombs from left over bottles and some strong grain alcohol the barkeep gave us. We stuff some old rags into the bottles to light the fire for the bombs and dub them the Ironfoot Cocktail.

As we make our way towards the prison, the crowd outside gets thicker and thicker. Once we reach, we can see that Erro Vilen is making an impassioned speech for the crowd, pleading for our cause. As all eyes are on him, we make a plot to sneak into the prison. We hand out some of the Ironfoot Cocktails around to those that are willing to aid our cause to make a scene. Vandobena Smeltfoot and Frongnet were the only two that we found to aid us and we ran out of time. We saw Erro get dragged off by the guards into the prison. Using that moment, we sneak into the prison and slowly navigate through the many corridors. We encountered many guards, including a particularly sneaky one that had dressed themselves as Erro, who took an opportunity to try and attack us from behind while we weren't looking.

In the end, we did find the real Erro and released everyone else that was kept in the prison. Taking advantage of the mayhem outside, we all sneak back out. On our way out, we did notice that many other rioters had made their way into the prison and outside we saw that the head of commander of the prison was raised on a pike and being paraded around.

It seems that we've done the impossible, and that makes us mighty.

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