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The ring of hammers on anvils filled the High Elven artificery like automated thunder. Every third second there comes a unanimous ring of impacted force on steel, shaping the plates of the to-be combatants. At the head of the production lines stood two Elven aristocrats, speaking with one another and admiring the mechanical labourers hard at work.

 

Before the two of them stood the first model. The creature was an inactive Atronach, forged out of hardened metals and alloys - thoroughly modeled after the skeletal frame of a man, gem inlaid sockets yet inactive. The first among Artificers kneeled before it, and the General - the man responsible for purchasing these arms - stood there, overwatching the process; and so the mage worked, imbuing the once-conscious mind of the alabaster captain into the body.

 

In the background, the labourers frenzy continued.The command unit stood idle as preliminary systems booted up, and arcane energy flickered to life and burned through the veins of the arcane creation. Silent, distant words are exchanged between the agents; and the Atronach inspects its arms, it’s fingers. The limbs and joints flex and groan whilst experimenting with it’s full range of motion.

 

A shrill, tinny voice interrupts the two.

 

“Query: Where is the enemy?”

 

In the distance, the command unit’s subordinates begin to roar to life.

 

 

 

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The wise, exalted high elven leader stands firmly above a ledge to gaze at his new army, he'd grip the stone as if attempting to crush the very material-- a grin of pure glee upon his features "The start of a stable High Elven government. My predecessors were weak, deserving all they succumbed too. The start of the downfall of the High Elves started with my late and great uncle, Nelecar... Only fitting a Maeyr'onn restore our great nation from utter collapse." he'd grumble under his breath to himself "Together, we will restore the peace!" Cenwall would shout down to the finely led troops

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Varen'thal Len'irrin approaches the artificery, using his long white staff as a cane. His limping form shudders with light chuckling as he stands outside of the newfound building.

 

"You have pushed us around before, but now the real fun begins."

 

The elf pushes open the doors, a smile cracking upon his figure.

 

"May the elves be united as one once more."

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Abbas ibn aqeel hears news of the new forces thinking to himself then asking the one spreading the rumor "cant some one simply kill the one using the magic to stop the army...I do not understand magic and its property's but...seeing this army in combat will be...interesting....though i must sadly put my winning bets aggenst the new army...these new soldiers have not yet, proven their capability on the battle field as of yet, i will have my eyes upon these matters." he gives a grin having the man with the rumor give him anymore news of such new thing

((nice! good luck 

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Falk Geldmeister, war profiteer extraordinaire, broadens his horizons from the petty shovel merchantry he had found himself in throughout the recent years. He cackled, and got his coin purse ready. 

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Moved to The Great Library. It shall be sorted into the appropriate category shortly.

 

If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. 

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