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Message: <blockquote data-quote="BoldItalic" data-source="post: 6809121" data-attributes="member: 6777052">"And I know how talking swords work," replied Rylnethaz laconically. "Clotbert, be ready to use the scroll of recall, the instant we wreck the machines. There could be a sudden implosion and we don't want to get sucked into it. But don't trigger it until I say.""♫ Ready are we!""We need to de-laminate the ingesture pump manifold," said BoldItalic."Pardon?""Jam the sword hard into that red box over there.""Oh. Like this?"There was a grinding noise and the sword screamed as it met whirling adamite blades, was sucked in and reduced to shards. The ghost of an elderly sage rose out of the havoc, shook its fist at Rylnethaz, then faded and was gone. The sword was no more. Acrid smoke began poring out of the wreckage of the red box and, all around them, the grey machines began to judder. Their humming rose in pitch, first one octave, then another and the chorus of their tones grew increasingly discordant. Alarm bells started to ring high above in the roof of the chamber."Is that it?""Not yet. Help me lock down this safety valve," said BoldItalic, climbing onto the top of a brass dome. "Could you pass me that quenching tool, please?"Rylnethaz dutifully passed him the indicated implement, which looked like a big metal thinggy*. After a few turns of the improvised wrench, the valve was closed. The high-pitched humming became even more high-pitched until within moments it was no longer even audible and turned into a funny feeling in the teeth. Far out at sea, dolphins began to swim in circles, eyeing each other suspiciously.BoldItalic struck his staff on the floor thrice and cast a spell of opening on an overhead inspection hatch. It burst open releasing a plume of foul vapour that sprayed upwards and seemed filled with the writhing shapes of demonic horrors that gradually dissipated and were gone."Is that it?""Soon."The grey machines began to glow. The floor under the machines began to glow, became red-hot and started to melt. It turned into molten lava and the machines gradually sank into it and dissolved, releasing huge bubbles of rainbow-coloured gas as they vanished beneath the surface. There was a sudden silence, and the dolphins swam off to annoy some nearby herrings."Now?""Now."Clotbert sang the words on the scroll and the scene changed to the shrine of Myrristra in Castle Rylnethaz. The purple hangings were missing, though. Fingers had sold them to a curtain-maker in Overbridge.[hr][/hr]* It was a 4¾ inch Grave-Partington with a reticulating pivot. The Mk IV with the castellated end, not the Mk V with the gnurled fibrilating ratchet. Satisfied?</blockquote>

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