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{{TErow| 16 | Forest Guard camp and devil fortresses | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: A scout on a mission from Gelu, the half-elf commander of the Forest Guard, visited us. He absorbed my account of our landing, the Nighon beasts, and the recent devil attacks and promised to pass it all on to his commander. Then he told me that there was a camp of the Guard in the forests to the southeast. The commander, he said, was Stilbon himself, one of the most experienced officers in the Forest Guard, but there had been no news from him in weeks, and Gelu feared the worst.<p>It turned out that the Forest Guard had been studying the land for months, looking for weaknesses in the Kreegan defenses. The appearance of our base had not gone unnoticed, but the elementals could summon their cities out of thin air, so at first the Kreegans were not particularly interested in us, believing us to be just another outpost of those guests from other planes. According to the scout, there were two large Kreegan fortresses in the south and northwest, and another, Ullah, far to the west, but it was impossible to get to it; the path to it went lay through Kreegan portals, magical barriers, and garrisons packed to the brim with the infernal beasts...</p>}}
{{TErow| 16 | Forest Guard camp and devil fortresses | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: A scout on a mission from Gelu, the half-elf commander of the Forest Guard, visited us. He absorbed my account of our landing, the Nighon beasts, and the recent devil attacks and promised to pass it all on to his commander. Then he told me that there was a camp of the Guard in the forests to the southeast. The commander, he said, was Stilbon himself, one of the most experienced officers in the Forest Guard, but there had been no news from him in weeks, and Gelu feared the worst.<p>It turned out that the Forest Guard had been studying the land for months, looking for weaknesses in the Kreegan defenses. The appearance of our base had not gone unnoticed, but the elementals could summon their cities out of thin air, so at first the Kreegans were not particularly interested in us, believing us to be just another outpost of those guests from other planes. According to the scout, there were two large Kreegan fortresses in the south and northwest, and another, Ullah, far to the west, but it was impossible to get to it; the path to it went lay through Kreegan portals, magical barriers, and garrisons packed to the brim with the infernal beasts...</p>}}
{{TErow| 32 | Situation is getting worse | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: Day after day passed, but it didn't get any easier—the Kreegan numbers were getting bigger and bigger. I put the scroll with the latest scouting report aside in frustration. They're being pounded by humans and elves! How do they even afford having the troops to fight back against us, too? Yet they do.<p>All our scouting parties have been trying to figure out how to get to the Kreegan fortress of Ullah over the last few days, but it looks like things are about to get very heated right here.<p>There's no point in mounting an attack on Ullah now—there's another pressing matter to deal with. The matter of survival.</p>}}
{{TErow| 32 | Situation is getting worse | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: Day after day passed, but it didn't get any easier—the Kreegan numbers were getting bigger and bigger. I put the scroll with the latest scouting report aside in frustration. They're being pounded by humans and elves! How do they even afford having the troops to fight back against us, too? Yet they do.<p>All our scouting parties have been trying to figure out how to get to the Kreegan fortress of Ullah over the last few days, but it looks like things are about to get very heated right here.<p>There's no point in mounting an attack on Ullah now—there's another pressing matter to deal with. The matter of survival.</p>}}
{{TErow| 49 | Warning about reinforcements | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: A messenger from Gelu brings troubling news: the combined forces of the Forest Guard and Catherine’s troops have been forced to redeploy. A very important plan requires them—the fate of the war and perhaps the entire world will depend on its success. Taking advantage of the subsided action in the west, the Kreegans are amassing a huge force to stop us from taking their strongholds. Their two bastions to the south and northwest must be captured, and that’s to be done before the month ends; otherwise it will be too late for us.}}
{{TErow| 57 | Warning about reinforcements | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: A messenger from Gelu brings troubling news: the combined forces of the Forest Guard and Catherine’s troops have been forced to redeploy. A very important plan requires them—the fate of the war and perhaps the entire world will depend on its success. Taking advantage of the subsided action in the west, the Kreegans are amassing a huge force to stop us from taking their strongholds. Their two bastions to the south and northwest must be captured, and that’s to be done before the month ends; otherwise it will be too late for us.}}
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{{TErow| 79 | Todd's story | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: We spent the next day unloading airships, 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 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 Kreegans back to the desolate hulk in the sky from they'd fallen off had been rekindled in our hearts.</p>}}
{{TErow| 86 | Todd's story | {{Hn|Henrietta|0=}}: We spent the next day unloading airships, 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 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 Kreegans 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 | {{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 is now in our hands, and its creator Khazandar is dead. Xeron has retreated. The ranks of the demons 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, 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| 99 | News about 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 is now in our hands, and its creator Khazandar is dead. Xeron has retreated. The ranks of the demons 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, 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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