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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Viking Bastard" data-source="post: 58361" data-attributes="member: 509">* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * As the players walk through the city guard headquarters’ main entrance Carp comes running down the stairs from the second floor, apparently in from the Dux’s office. “C’mon boys, where have you frickin’ been? Grunt’s aircruiser has been spotted at the northern border heading for the Aaskran wastes. If he is allowed to sail into the wastes we’ve lost him. We’ll never be able to find him there.”“I don’t think he’s going for the wastes sir.” Stickler says.“Oh?”“He’s heading for Harrgard.” And then the players tell Carp of what they have dug up.Carp nearly bites his cigar in half. “No frickin’ way! Nobody can get into Harrgard that easily, I mean, the city withstood an attack by the Kentaarian army fergawdssake. Only Grunt would try something as suicidal as this! But we must get there before they do if it turns out it can be done. We must warn the gnomes.”“How?” Incognito asks. “Isn’t their ship faster than ours?”“Yeah, but not as fast as the rocket.”“Da rocket?” says Kurk.“The rocket! Follow me boys.”Carp leads the players down some stairs into the cellar, the armoury. They walk through two rooms full of guns, blades and armour and then through a room full of barrels of gunpowder. He moves one of the barrels away from the wall, revealing a door. He opens it and signals the players to walk inside. Inside there is total darkness, that is until Carp lights an oil lamp that’s hanging on the wall with his cigar. Now they can see the faint outlines of some huge oval object.“Is dat da rocket?” Kurk asks.Carp released a chain that’s been hammered to the wall, opening a hatch in the roof letting sunlight and a ton of dirt into the room. “Yep. That’s it.”First now the whole monstrosity can be seen in it’s whole: gigantic oval steel object, 9 metres long and 3 – 3 ½ metres in diameter, like a huge cigar. It rests on somekinda tracks aimed at the hatch in the roof. It’s aft end is blue, scorched by the flames of thunderstone fire. On top of the rocket is a round hatch and beneath it there is a big window. there are also two portholes on each side.“It’s basically just an aircruiser engine, without the aircruiser.” Carp proudly announces. “It’s damn fast. Combines state of the art rune smithing and thunderstone science.” He smiles. “Step in boys.”* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Pelk Pelksson was a happy gnome, after sixteen years his lost brother finally returned. “Scarran, I was beginning to think that you’d never return. Dad always said you’d be back in less than a year, but clearly he was wrong. I only wish he was still here, bless his memory.”“Damn him.” Scarran frowns. “He never believed in me. He never appreciated me.”“Well you must understand the difficulties he faced, you didn’t want to choose your future!”“I wasn’t ready to choose. I didn’t want to choose from what I was offered.”“If you didn’t like the thought of being a Tinker like the rest of the family, you could’ve chosen to be a Thinker or even a Tanker.”“Hah! Good choices that. Build things, think of things or blow things up.” Every feature in Scarran’s face shows disgust. “I wanted to do things.”“Oh well, at least you are ready to choose things now.” Pelk smiled a optimist’s smile. “At least you’re here to stay now.”“I am? No I’m not. I’m just here to deliver a little gift --”Just as Scarran released the last word the whole city shook in a huge explosion. Things fall down from the walls and shelves and both Scarran and Pelk loose their balance and fall down to the floor.Pelk is terrified: “What was that?!?”Scarran grins diabolically. “That was my gift.” He slowly stands up. “And now,” he says as he reaches for his dagger, “I have a gift for you too... dear brother.”* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *</blockquote>

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