In the capital city of the Lortmils...
"We do not have the facilities to handle this!" Mordan Kikane shouted at the two others present in the room. Before him laid a huge map of the Lortmils, and the surrounding countryside. "We simply have not had the time to research everything. No time. We have hardly begun to scratch the surface of the resources before us!"
"We have the nuclear facilities." A gruff dwarven woman, Diane Rethark, muttered. "We may have limited firepower, but we can handle them. We have shielding - at least, that's what Project Trojan has told me."
"This is not the way." Thoreau MacDougal, a young halfling druid, replied in an even voice. "We must not fight the Torillians. Not here, not now. We will be destroyed. Even if we manage to save our people, think of the land... nuclear weaponry is devastating."
"Very well." Mordan said. "We will tell Kessel that usage of nuclear weaponry, or any of our new sciences, is not advised at this time. That war with the Torillians would be foolish, even if we had the capabilites. The Kevellond League is completely open to attack. We cannot endanger our allies, or the planet."
"Agreed." The dwarf and halfling replied.