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- From what I can gather, "he" is Kudu. He and Zojja have a past, a rather bitter one. To say she despises him barely covers it.
- What did he do?
- I'll have to ask her later then.
- Zojja knows far more of it. I would tread lightly when inquiring. The past is never a tranquil garden. Something dark always lurks, ready to attack the unwary.
- I'll keep that in mind. Thanks.
- That was Kudu. I believe you can fathom the rift between him and Zojja now.
- Snaff must have meant a lot to Zojja for her to come down here and protect his legacy.
- Yeah, I think I get it.
- I was fortunate to know him. When he was killed, it opened a schism that shattered many things, including the best group of adventurers I have ever known.
- Once, we challenged the dragons themselves. But we splintered...and Snaff perished at the hands of an Elder Dragon. We went our own ways after that, like seeds on the wind.
- And that's it? You all just gave up?
- Too many bad memories. Too many wounds unhealed. I have tried to mend what has been torn, but as you can see from Eir and Zojja, it is harder than battling dragons.
- Yeah, I can see that.
- I've never seen a metal monster that size. I think some of my leaves are still smoldering.
- But Kudu escaped. And Zojja's still angry at Eir.
- Good fighting with you.
- Yet she burns to find Kudu again. She'll need help, and I know the ones best for the job, even if they'll deny it. Travel well, friend. We shall meet again.
- Construct
- Work Table
- Target Dummy
- Adamant Guard
- Iron Legion Scout
- I'm looking forward to blasting those ghosts so hard they'll take weeks to come back and bother us!
- Me too, sir. See you there.
- Don't be too confident. Those test dummies are just steel and leather. Ghosts are far more dangerous.
- My musket'll cut through ghosts just as easily. You'll see, sir.
- That would be a tremendous relief to our forces in the field. Now, move out to the weapons test, soldier.
- I'm on it, sir.
- I'm so late! Imperator Smodur will clip my claws for this. Don't tell anyone you've seen me!
- You'd better hurry, then.
- What in the Realm of Torment are you doing here, grunt? If you're looking for Tribune Goreblade, his is the smaller office. To the left!
- Yes, Imperator! Right away, sir! I'm sorry, sir!
- Anim Timeout
- Play a high-pitched, larger drum sound.
- Time to construct your weapon, Legionnaire. Use my workbench, right behind you.
- Yes, sir, Tribune. Keep an eye on me—you've never seen anything like this before!
- The tribune's own workbench, sir? I'm honored. I'll get started immediately.
- It's pretty enough, but can she fire? I want you to test it on those two dummies by the door. Show me what you've got, %str1%.
- I'm not sure how well it'll do against solid targets, sir. The ghosts...
- Time to kick the tires, sir!
- I expect that I have, soldier, but I'll pay attention. Never know when an old charr's going to see a new trick.
- See that you do. We've got no time for dallying.
- Players
- You want to march into battle without even test-firing the weapon? The dummies. Now. That's an order.
- Sir, yes, sir! Ill turn those dummies into piles of sawdust, Tribune!
- Ogden's Gloves
- Sir, yes, sir!
- See that you do.
- Heads up! Archers, on the wall!
- That's Imperator Smodur, soldier, the high commander of the whole Iron Legion. The Iron Legion rules the Black Citadel—Blood and Ash are here to help us reclaim our ancient homeland of Ascalon, but Smodur's the top brass.