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“I didn’t win wars without big irons, strong ballistae, and many potions.” - The Aged Seeker, Jack Vivyaen.

 

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Tarathiel remembered it well; a deal struck, a veritable bargain even, with the Grand King of the Underrealm. The crisp ocean breeze blowing through her hair hearkened to the hours spent in drydock, of the days spent directing construction within the bowels of the beast. She placed her faith in smoke and steam, for what was to be the salvation of her people if the worst came to pass - an ark to carry her kindred through adversity and calamity. A shield to stand as bulwark for the innocent, and a sword of divinity to bear down on those who refuted its claim. Over eight thousand tons and with an armament fit for its purpose, the ship was certainly deserving of its mantle. 

 

Golden eyes graced the verdant shores, and the smoke plumes which marred the sky overlooking the humble grove. The sound of deckhands and the roar of machinery assaulted her senses, the stench of coal burning below as pistons pounded in the heart of the engine - the fires of industry sealing her mandate ironclad. Gauntleted fingers guided the wheel with tepid grace, as if she were afraid to break it if she worked it too hard; though the maiden voyage had proved the ship could take anything the waves threw at it, rough storms hardly impeding the leviathan’s advance through the ashen oceans that had become the vinland seas. They had arrived at their destination - and the veritable fortress made known its defiance of the Titan. 

 

“Salvation is our Liturgy.”

 

The Chosen of Order have entered the fray.

 

 

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An ex-dedicant's eyes widen at the sight of the ship. She was beginning to feel doubtful of her first task as she headed back to the drawing board. Running in blindly was clearly not going to work. 
She could only hope the captain hadn't snuffed her out.

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can we get PRO for malaise to step on it?

 

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Oijin looked on at the marvel and grandeur of this engineering feat and could only utter a single word as his mind raced on the subject of weaponized machinery. 

 

"Naisu..."

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45 minutes ago, King_Kunuk said:
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can we get PRO for malaise to step on it?

 

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If we get to kill him I'm sure something could be arranged ;) 

 

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A concerned Azdrazi worries that this might affect the dragon population.

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Haskir was away for Krugsmas!

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Hillith silently mopes about the younger generation of Paladins. What is with this younger generation and steam boats? I don’t get it. All this new advanced dwarven technology - it’s a waste of time - Queens Dawn did just the same and was less expensive.” 
 

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"Mamma Mia." Says a Nephilim.

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