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{{TErow| 79 | [[Todd]]'s story | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: We spent the next day unloading [[airship]]s, building new workshops, and engaging in endless chatter—mostly questions on my part. Most of all, of course, I was interested in [[Frederick]]'s fate. Here, [[Todd]] took up the story:<p>{{Hn|Todd|0=}}: “I met [[Frederick]] just once, at the time when [[Floribert]] and I were put in charge of another, completely insane project of [[Kastore]]’s. Hand prostheses outfitted with ripsaws, so that cripples could keep on fighting... [[Victoria]] refused to do it, even though it was precisely her area of expertise. She said such primitive, crude devices were offensive to the very... Er, where was I? Oh, yes. If invention and knowledge weren't in our common bloodline, I would have thought [[Frederick]] was spellbound—so immersed in his thoughts. It's like a trance, when you don't notice anything around you and surrender completely to the muse of inspiration. I know this state very well, unlike [[Bertram|certain long-bearded, thick-skinned]]... No wonder [[Frederick]] didn't notice any of our hidden messages. And yet I am sure he is perceptive enough to recognize the pretense sooner or later and tell the difference between true friends and false ones.”<p>{{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: It was as if some deep-lying muscle inside me, long under incredible tension, had relaxed. I whispered for the hundredth, maybe even thousandth, time:<p>“Thank you, guys!”<p>When the sentimentality fit passed, I reassessed our chances. Within a day, the fortress was bristling with weapons of every kind; molten iron bubbled behind the walls, taking the form of mechanical warriors, and the hope and desire to drive the [[Kreegan]]s back to the desolate hulk in the sky from they'd fallen off had been rekindled in our hearts.</p>}} | {{TErow| 79 | [[Todd]]'s story | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: We spent the next day unloading [[airship]]s, building new workshops, and engaging in endless chatter—mostly questions on my part. Most of all, of course, I was interested in [[Frederick]]'s fate. Here, [[Todd]] took up the story:<p>{{Hn|Todd|0=}}: “I met [[Frederick]] just once, at the time when [[Floribert]] and I were put in charge of another, completely insane project of [[Kastore]]’s. Hand prostheses outfitted with ripsaws, so that cripples could keep on fighting... [[Victoria]] refused to do it, even though it was precisely her area of expertise. She said such primitive, crude devices were offensive to the very... Er, where was I? Oh, yes. If invention and knowledge weren't in our common bloodline, I would have thought [[Frederick]] was spellbound—so immersed in his thoughts. It's like a trance, when you don't notice anything around you and surrender completely to the muse of inspiration. I know this state very well, unlike [[Bertram|certain long-bearded, thick-skinned]]... No wonder [[Frederick]] didn't notice any of our hidden messages. And yet I am sure he is perceptive enough to recognize the pretense sooner or later and tell the difference between true friends and false ones.”<p>{{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: It was as if some deep-lying muscle inside me, long under incredible tension, had relaxed. I whispered for the hundredth, maybe even thousandth, time:<p>“Thank you, guys!”<p>When the sentimentality fit passed, I reassessed our chances. Within a day, the fortress was bristling with weapons of every kind; molten iron bubbled behind the walls, taking the form of mechanical warriors, and the hope and desire to drive the [[Kreegan]]s back to the desolate hulk in the sky from they'd fallen off had been rekindled in our hearts.</p>}} | ||
{{TErow| 92 | News about [[Armageddon's Blade (artifact)|Armageddon's Blade]] | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: A messenger from [[Gelu]] showed up at our camp, unnoticed by the guards, as he always did.<p>'''Messenger: '''“[[Gelu]] sends word: The [[Armageddon's Blade (artifact)|Armageddon’s Blade]] is now in our hands, and its creator [[Khazandar]] is dead. [[Xeron]] has retreated. The ranks of the [[demon]]s have been shaken; the battle for [[Kreelah]] draws near. [[Queen Catherine]] asks you to launch all your forces into attack. Our victory is at hand!”<p>{{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: The [[elf]] spoke in his usual manner, in choppy, dry phrases, but his burning eyes told me that this report was the most important and the best news in the long darkness of the war. I had heard rumors about this [[Armageddon's Blade (artifact)|Armageddon’s Blade]], but it was hard to believe that such a thing could have been created by a man, even a genius of unprecedented caliber. If what they say about it is true, then I am very glad that the blade is now in the hands of our allies. As for [[Khazandar]]... I'd heard that name from [[Frederick]] a long time ago, but I couldn't remember who he was to my friend. [[Sam]] interrupted my thoughts:<p>{{Hn|Sam|0=}}: “Commander. Should we prepare for the battle?”<p>{{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: “We should.”</p>}} | {{TErow| 92 | News about [[Armageddon's Blade (artifact)|Armageddon's Blade]] | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: A messenger from [[Gelu]] showed up at our camp, unnoticed by the guards, as he always did.<p>'''Messenger: '''“[[Gelu]] sends word: The [[Armageddon's Blade (artifact)|Armageddon’s Blade]] is now in our hands, and its creator [[Khazandar]] is dead. [[Xeron]] has retreated. The ranks of the [[demon]]s have been shaken; the battle for [[Kreelah]] draws near. [[Queen Catherine]] asks you to launch all your forces into attack. Our victory is at hand!”<p>{{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: The [[elf]] spoke in his usual manner, in choppy, dry phrases, but his burning eyes told me that this report was the most important and the best news in the long darkness of the war. I had heard rumors about this [[Armageddon's Blade (artifact)|Armageddon’s Blade]], but it was hard to believe that such a thing could have been created by a man, even a genius of unprecedented caliber. If what they say about it is true, then I am very glad that the blade is now in the hands of our allies. As for [[Khazandar]]... I'd heard that name from [[Frederick]] a long time ago, but I couldn't remember who he was to my friend. [[Sam]] interrupted my thoughts:<p>{{Hn|Sam|0=}}: “Commander. Should we prepare for the battle?”<p>{{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: “We should.”</p>}} | ||
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