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Post by Rainwhisker » Thu Oct 13, 2011 3:56 am

Feres was deeply entranced by the most curious looking ampoule in the rack when Tel asked him a question, making his ears turn towards him. Snapping out of his stupor, he craned his head slightly to the ferx. "Ah, yes, the Dean." he nodded. "Of course." he took a moment to look at the door before walking outside the clinic to see if she was, looking for that strong, powering figure that demanded command and bestowed a strange aura of care at the same time. Thoughts of the soulreaver were now long behind him, now.

It did not take him long to see the Dean walking in some direction - he wondered if it would turn towards the clinic.
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Nessus followed the others without hesitation, keeping both eyes on Amelengrien lest he prove less than willing to cooperate. He did not add much to the troupe in terms of magical potential, but an extra body would have proven useful, and he had a few tricks up his sleeve that even his closest associates in this place knew. In the end it proved unnecessary; Amelengrien was ushered to the gates without incident.

"I don't mind at all," Nessus replied to the Dean's request. Personally, he wouldn't mind seeing her again without the vile wolf there to sour the moment. *What a stupid thought,* he chided himself. Wouldn't mind seeing her again? He would just as soon never leave her side. He loved her.

They found Zodt poking around near the High Energy Magic building. Seeing her there sent Nessus' neck-fur standing on end, his thoughts drifting to what she and hers had done the last time they'd been near such a structure. He buried the thought somewhere nobody would find it and allowed the sight of her face to brighten his day instead. He remained silent as the Dean asked if she would come to hear the news of the world.

The jird was not at all adverse to hearing what could be vital news and indicated as much. "However, whatever you decide, my people will not be bound to follow," she cautioned, her voice held level. She gestured to the Dean to lead the way. "I look forward to hearing what Telemain has to say.

"I look forward to hearing what Telemain has to say." She gestured for the Dean to lead the way, but leveled her voice and cautioned, "however, my people will debate the information and choose the best course of action we can see. We will not be bound to your authority on this or any future mater if we decide that it is not in the best interests of those people serving beneath you."

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Post by Indrick151 » Thu Oct 20, 2011 10:39 pm

Amelangrien allowed himself to be escorted from the premises of the university. He smiled as the Dean denied him his chance to speak with her privately. He had to confess that it was a little disappointing to be denied this request, but it was something he’d get over very quickly. So making a surprisingly little amount of fuss he allowed himself to be ushered from the university and all of it’s tiresome furs. When he was off the premises he turned to the group of professors, the Dean and Nessus, and gave them a long sweeping bow. “Goodbye, please don’t die too soon all of you, I would hate to discover that Vedicus has wiped you out and that I have to do all of the work.” He smiled at them all as he stood up straight again, and with that he turned and departed from the university for good, he would never return here again of his own volition.

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Logan meanwhile had been ushered to the medical wing where he was becoming quite the regular, certainly it seemed that he spent so much time there that he should just have his own bed that only he used. In any case that would be where he would stay until somebody came searching for him, if they chose to do so at all.
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Re: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night...

Post by Rackenhammer » Fri Oct 28, 2011 1:44 pm

*Good Riddance!* The Dean did not give any verbal reply to Amelengrien's rather arrogant exit, but there was little need. Her thoughts, same as the thoughts of her TA's, broadcast plainly from her face. Having shut the gate behind him, the badger turned on her heels with a huffed, "Thank Dios that's over with!"

Now to a much pleasanter task, relatively at the very least. Nessus had taken no care to disguise his feelings for Zodt, and Dr. Martin was the sort of fur who likes to see others being happy. She was a very empathic individual, hence her appointment to the Dean of Students.
She was much pleased to hear that Zodt would be coming with them; explaining the past few months to Telemain would be a lot easier with her around. "I would hardly expect anything less from a leader." The Dean replied to the jird as they proceeded to the infirmary. "Though I do believe much of our interests our as common as our enemy."

They were just coming in sight of Feres as they turned to enter the infirmary. The Dean nodded greetings to the lynx. "Was he looking alright when you left him?" She asked with concern.


As Telemain waited in the doorway of Naia's room, he could see Logan and Caraennyn pass by. "Ach, there you are old friend!" Tel was quite relieved; feeling the soulreaver's activities as he did, he could hardly doubt that Logan would have felt the fallout harder than anyone else. The wolf looked, well, disheveled, but physically intact, and not gibbering.
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Post by Rainwhisker » Mon Oct 31, 2011 5:41 pm

Feres craned his head towards the infirmary. "He's..." he paused for a moment. "If he's always a nervous wreck, then yes, he's perfectly normal." he joked. "He worries about something and needs to speak to you, Miss. Perhaps you can calm him down before he bursts more veins in his worry. He is far more stable and composed than when we first arrived, however." he told her. He took a bit of his time to observe the dean's motherly features amongst that of a figure of respect in the university before looking to the infirmary's direction. "Shall we go see him, then?"
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Re: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night...

Post by Kitsunegami » Sun Nov 13, 2011 2:34 am

Jyya smiled at Marcus, "Let me go talk with the Dean while you wait in the gardens.", she said as she motioned for him to follow her. After quite a bit of effort, she managed to get Marcus in, if under watch by some of the better trained students. It had taken almost a half-hour to get Marcus inside, between some upset rats, and the U.U. guards.

In the infirmary, nothing had changed. Naia's energies were still in flux, but gradually settling down.

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Re: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night...

Post by Rackenhammer » Mon Nov 14, 2011 4:03 pm

"Well, no, he's not always a nervous wreck, but I can't really blame him for being one now." The Dean sighed, waving Feres on to lead the group to him.
"He was always one of the most conscientious students I've ever had, almost the polar opposite of Matteo." The Dean recounted to her two companions as they strolled the corridors. "While Matteo would often drive his teachers crazy, the teachers would often drive Telemain crazy. Especially his tutor, Master Skeve. In all fairness to both of them, that old fox had always been trying company, but I think Tel would not be near as prepared for this fight if not for his previous... experiences."

It didn't take very long for them to reach Tel, who had just seen Logan off to his room, and exchanged a few greetings with Caraennyn. His fur was still bedraggled, and his attitude a little frazzled, but he looked ready to talk, and he was, in fact , quite eager.
All four gathered in Naia's room, Tel stopping to check on her one last time. "Hm, settling down. Hopefully she will be awake in time for supper." Seating himself with a sigh, he addressed the group. "So... what's been going on? I must have missed something pretty big."
"Well, yes, it was rather unusual." The Dean answered. "I suppose it began when Nessus' father's ghost showed up..." From there, the Dean outlined just how the University had come to find the Ark, and how the community had dealt with the influx of refugees. The others chimed in from time to time, but Dr. Martin mostly carried the narrative, up until the trial of Azzad's murderers. "After that, things began to settle down into a routine. I'm afraid I can't speak very well for what it was like from the refugee's perspective; would you like to fill Tel in, Zodt?"
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Re: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night...

Post by Sade » Mon Nov 14, 2011 7:45 pm

Zodt's composure faltered just long enough for a solemn sigh to escape her lips. She rung her fingers, peering into infinity for a few moments, before focusing back on this Telemain individual- this black-faced not-quite-ferret with his unusual contours, and bedraggled fur. She felt as if they had more in common, the two of them, then she had with the rest of the Univeristy furs. She felt a lot like he looked on a daily basis, and so did many of the refugees. "It is important to understand- the refugees and myself hear hushed whispers or excited rants about, how do you say, 'ancient history.' We lived through the events your books record. Only two months ago we fled in disarray across a landscape blackened by war and necromancy and the stomping of golems, often with our enemies on our heels."

"Every single one of us left a great deal behind; belongings, dwellings, loved ones," she glanced briefly to Nessus, meeting his eyes, "we all made sacrifices in the hopes of a better future. Leviathan himself sacrificed his daughter, his only child, to power the Ark so that the rest of us might have a chance. The weight of that sacrifice is slowly destroying his mind. That she went willingly makes it no less significant. Many others are dealing with similar personal crises all their own."

"The journey to this time took no time at all for us. A thousand years of sleep provided no rest. We entered the machines, there was a brilliant flash, and then a third of us emerged, and for the rest the Ark would forever be their tomb."

"After this, the story goes much as the Dean tells it. The loss of loved-ones thought saved by Leviathan's Ark was a step beyond for some of the refugees. For the former slaves of Dysuhl, a few have lost the will to live. The rest refuse to live their lives with a new war brewing. Children are not being born; potential parents will not bring them into a world which might not exist tomorrow, or next week, or a year from now. Many are quietly gathering any weapons they can find."

"As for the surviving rats, and necromancers, and warlocks… they are…" she searched here for how precisely to convey the message. It was important that these University peoples have only as much information as is absolutely necessary, lest their knowledge lend them even more power than they already wield as the central authority of these lands. Her face became stoney with just a trace of hostility as it did when she contemplated such political matters. "The situation remains dangerous. Many of the rats are the most volatile and opportunistic of Dysuhl, driven to the Ark when practicing magic in Vedicus' shadow became risky. The damage to their social hierarchy inflicted by the journey has been, how do you say, 'irreparably catastrophic.' From what my informants tell me, the pressure to… 'reestablish a hierarchy' amongst themselves is growing. It will be a violent, destructive process which can be postponed only so long. Antinom is working to prevent any incidents, but he must juggle the conflicting needs and desires of the different remnant factions."

The jird now cast her piercing gaze across to the ferx, "I fear bad news from you, Telemain. I do not know what it would do to them, to us."

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People were looking at him, but Marcus didn't mind too much. They were not looking *down* at him like his own people did. They could look at him all they wanted as long as they left him alone.

He noticed something small among the garden plants looking *up* at him. Upon closer observation it turned out to be a wild rat, up on it's haunches, munching quietly on some morsel- a seed or insect plucked deftly from the surrounding leaves. He walked over to it, but it's featureless pink eyes did not change; it wasn't watching him. It was watching the school.

"Hey," he blurted without much thought. The rat scurried off into the underbrush.

One of his University 'chaperones' came up beside him, "what?"

"Nothing," he muttered, "some animal." He wondered for the millionth time what would become of him. Did he really think these people would take him in as a student? Well, why not? That other rat was a professor, and he came from Dysuhl too.

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Post by Rainwhisker » Mon Nov 14, 2011 10:36 pm

Feres quietly watched and listened. What had been going on in Gawain this whole while he was waiting for news in Domus was a shock to him; a brewing war, with many outlandish details that never reached his - and he assumed - many other ears. He flicked his tail, agitated at how something so large in gravity seemed to have missed the attention of the rest of the world - and especially his, for he had been keeping a wary ear. Perhaps the more likely cause for his upset was the fact that he missed the development of history in the making; the call to his roots for adventure and piecing together a story.

Blinking, he focused on the jirx as she proceeded to tell the story of the refugees - this 'ark' appears to have been something of great magnitude, which carried them across time and space. He said nothing, only flicking his ear several times as he listened.
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Post by Indrick151 » Wed Nov 16, 2011 5:13 am

Logan jumped as Telemain addressed him, it had been a long time since they’d seen one another. And they were friends of a sort. Certainly... old companions and Logan owed Tel for everything that he had helped him with in bringing him here and helping to free him from Amelangrien’s clasp once. Though now he had caught Logan at a bad time. Once again he’d messed things up in some way. This time Logan did not desire a reunion, nor catch up on the past events that had happened since each saw the other last. He just wanted to lie down and ignore the world, to go to his infirmary room, and lay on his infirmary bed and stare at the wall for a good long while.

His only response to Tel was a half hearted greeting, and a turn of his head. Although In time he would regret such a casual and insulting brush off to someone that he practically owed his life to. If not for Tel and Logan’s chance meeting then Logan would never have been free of Amelangrien’s soul for he would never have come to the university. For now though his mind was far away and brooding.
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Re: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night...

Post by Rackenhammer » Thu Nov 17, 2011 11:33 pm

Logan's unresponsiveness had been Tel's first clue. Things were coming to a point, not necessarily a breaking point, but certainly a point of confrontation. *So many tensions...* And the ferx could read most of them in Zodt's face.
He had a chance to study it at close range. It was a rather pretty face, but one hardened by years of conflict, and a rather one-sided conflict, at that. They'd both seen the same things, at different points in time, and were committed to the same impossible mission. Her aura was very streamlined and tightly focused, following muscle patterns. Her magic was channeled directly into her physical capabilities, a discipline not unknown at the University, but practiced more often in Azalus. All in all, not a bad comrade-in-arms.

Nessus stuck close to her. An old friend, or something more? It didn't matter right now. The rat did look better than Tel had ever seen, though things still weighed heavily upon him.

And the Dean... *At least some things never change.* A small comfort, but one dearly prized.


Now it was his turn. He stared at the floor for a few seconds, hoping to buy just a little more time to think. When he looked up, he met all of their eyes. "Your fears are not unfounded; the news is not good. From what I've gathered, Vedicus is planning an assault upon the University, and by extension, the town. I do not have the logistical details, but I can piece together a few elements of his plan.
"First, he has been building up his golem forces. I've located at least two foundries, one in Hampshire in Edwin, and the other in Rennes, Domus. In addition, he has at least one fellow-Dysuhlian on his side, a rather unpleasant fellow called Tamas. I believe he has also been building political alliances, though I doubt he'll use them quite yet, as that would drag in more actors on our side. That's only counting the nobility and such; he may have started a few cults I don't know about.
"To be honest, I'm not sure what his ultimate goals are, or whether we can properly call them his. He is under orders from... something. I don't know what, and my informant is, for the most part, a very young girl, who could not be expected to tell me." He sighed. "And yes, I am referring to the construct I brought into the town with me. It is a long... and very unpleasant story. I think you can figure most of it out.
"The best Nessus was able to come up with is that he's after something called the 'Demiurge,' the apotheosis of Dysuhlian construction. Whatever his goals are, that will certainly help him accomplish them."

The ferx found he had to take a breather after that info dump. "I know that's a lot to spring on you, but there it is. We'll just have to deal with it somehow."
"Indeed." Dr. Martin rumbled, her face worriedly pensive. "And you don't know when he will be arriving?"
"Honestly? When I first saw that... construct outside the town, I thought I'd come too late."

****

Caraennyn, not privy to such important meetings, was out on the grounds again, his sporting mood quite spoiled. *I wonder where Brutus is. He seems to be hanging around that old mouse a lot these days.*
He was passing by Marcus when he thought he called him, so he stopped, curious. The rat wasn't wearing a student's uniform, but he looked to be about the right age. Did he come from the Dysuhlian camp? Why was he here? *Oh, right.*
"Here for Admissions?" The cat asked.
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Post by Sade » Wed Nov 23, 2011 9:32 pm

Marcus fidgeted at the feline's question, "uh…" Admissions sounded so official, that he once again acutely felt his lack of those resources a student in his time would be expected to have. He had no references, he had no sponsor, he had no officially registered name, or money for room and board and the actual lessons. He'd left his whole family behind.

Well, perhaps he did have one spnsor, "Jyya said she could get me in to see the Dean." Quickly, as if making excuses for inappropriate behavior, he added, "my people won't teach me, and I'm not welcome on the wall anymore."

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Compelled by surging adrenaline, Zodt abruptly paced across the room, reaming her fist in the palm of her hand, tension coursing through her muscles. She came to a stop at the window to the infirmary and glared out with such force that Nessus was surprised the glass didn't melt from the pane into a smoldering mess. Her eyes were awash with calculations and strategies.

Nessus tried his best to hide his overwhelming anxiety. Yes, they knew this would probably happen at some point, but this confirmation felt a little like a death sentence. He chided himself for thinking defeatist thoughts; he would never have allowed such things 'back then.' "Oh right, the mobile tamper. Well, the town needed more than mere wards. The refugees- the rats among them- had the knowledge and proposed a solution which would both give us a substantial fortification, and satiate their thirst for industry. We probably could have put a little more thought into the implications…"

"There is no sense in this," Zodt abruptly cut back into the conversation. She swiveled away from the window to face them again, "the Vedicus I knew would not attack this place if his goal was the Demiurge. It is a truly colossal machine, and he already knows where it is hidden. It is a known fact that he piloted the machine to its final resting place. He would not come here and face enemies such as us when he could use the Demiurge to so easily brush aside and obliterate this place. Instead he would focus on finding the soul to make the Demiurge work. We would hardly know of his activities at all."

"He does have the soul detector," Nessus offered, foregoing any mention of how he got it. Zodt probably knew those details already, but if she didn't… well, better safe than sorry.

"Yes," the jird hissed, fiery eyes snapping briefly back to the ferx, "but that is beside the point. He is coming here because something he needs is here, or because his masters have ordered him here because something they need is here. Otherwise an attack does not make sense."

Nessus glanced between Zodt, the Dean, Telemain, and the Lynx newcomer. He could feel a sense of shared fate between them, and see something of it in their eyes. "Does anybody else think it's strange that the paths of so many disparate furs have crossed in this room, and the town beyond? Among us, we have shared in the design of an empire, fought wars in the past, witnessed it's collapse, created this bastion in the present, and potentially handed the future to our enemies. We are in our twenties or forties or our eleventh century. We are necromancers and great wizards and liberated slaves. Now even Vedicus is drawn here, specifically, to the University. Or is he drawn here because we are here?"

"You're imagining things, Nessus."

"Maybe," he conceded. In fact, he probably was imagining things. After all, he could not actually see what was happening elsewhere in the world, so the activity here in town would naturally seem more real, more relevant. Still… "In my nightmares, the same evil force controlling our enemies is also controlling us, but they are aware of it while we are not. We're all pieces in someone else's game, but only Vedicus knows the rules, and no matter how hard I try I can't change the dream."

"No!" Zodt snapped furiously, the force of her kinetically charged voice rattling windows and rumbling floorboards. Her fiery eyes were practically ablaze with defiance as they swept from face to face, "Let him win all he wants in a dream. His victory will forever remain a dream. Telemain says he will soon reach for victory here. I say we will crush him when he comes! I saw my world's end, I will not see its fate repeated! I am done running! I will fight! My band will fight! When he comes we will drive him back! We will fight him in Hampshire and Rennes and wherever he may hide! Whatever lairs he calls home, we will find them, and we will rid the world of his evil once and for all!"

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Post by Rainwhisker » Mon Nov 28, 2011 12:52 am

The revelation of the plan brought to the lynx's attention the gravity of the situation at hand. He brooded over the fact that he could've been so blind - or even deaf - to have not noticed such a potentially cataclysmic development occur beyond his narrow scope. He frowned, to no one in particular but himself, cursing his narrowed vision. He found the comfort that he went to the right path, however - that coming with Tel to the university had reminded him that his quest to find his father and missing friends were not the only things in the world - that there was much more occurring elsewhere large or small, and this was an adventure he had longed for.

Guilt nagged at his mind, however for not delving every amount of time he could to complete his quest now that he was in Gawain. Batym was out here somewhere, and he was the only clue he has. While the guilt played at him, however, his current position, made him feel like he was part of some grandeur adventure like some fated adventurer in a tale - further enforced while the jird, Nessus looked at him and his companion in turn.

Then Zodt yelled angrily, furious and enraged at the very idea that they were somehow destined to have no control over the events based on Nessus' dreams. Feres just watched, quietly, taking a short glance at Tel and back.

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Post by Rackenhammer » Fri Dec 02, 2011 2:08 pm

"Oh, she did?" Caraennyn paused, thinking. Jyya had been working on the wall a lot; the faculty had encouraged her, saying it would 'build rapport' between the University and the refugees. Even the Dean had said it was a good idea.
He took another speculative look at Marcus before nodding. Yes, his aura denoted talent, and rapport was a two-way street after all. "Seems a pity they don't want you; you've got at least as much talent as I do, though that's hardly saying much." The cat laughed self-deprecatingly before continuing. "Don't see why the Dean wouldn't accept you, though she's a little busy at the moment."

Caraennyn hummed a bit, not moving as yet. There wasn't much for him to do now, and he wasn't quite ready to rejoin the sports on the quad yet. Idly taking out his pinggen ball, he tossed it up and down a few times. "How'd you come to be persona non grata among your people anyway?"

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Zodt was practically sweating adrenaline as she paced, and Tel was beginning to get antsy by induction. He sat rigid when the jird shot him a look after Nessus mentioned the soul detector. *Does she know? We'll probably have to tell her eventually...*
He shook off these thoughts; more immediate concerns were at hand. "I confess I don't quite see how confusing this is. Vedicus still requires the necessary soul, and if he'd find it anywhere..." His gaze strayed to his sleeping apprentice.

"Hm, I see." The Dean gravely pondered the implications. "In that case, this may be a smash-and-grab raid. And it would make sense to deal the University a crippling blow now, to make sure we wouldn't pull something out at the last minute." She sighed, rubbing her temples. "I can't fault his timing, either."

Tel was pacing by the time that Nessus was talking about his nightmares. They sounded quite similar to the ones he'd been having, that some dark force was manipulating him to bring about death and destruction. His boots squeaked on the floor as he wore a groove in the stone.

The Dean too was standing, but more resolutely. "Wunderbar. Yes, we will fight. Doomed or not, I'm not giving that vermin one ounce of satisfaction more than I can help. And things may not be so hopeless as that, Nessus. Remember, chess is a two-player game."

The ferx stamped to a stop. Dr. Martin always had a knack for choosing the right words for him. "Yes... yes. If my field tests have shown anything, attacking is our best defense. That applies to tactics as well as strategy. Whether it be golems or some other kind of magic, Dysuhlian handiwork is built for assault, designed to batter down defenses. But they're not invincible, by any means. Golems may knock down stone walls, but boulders from ballistas make much better deterrents." He stopped suddenly, a thought occurring to him. "That wall outside the town... why was it built?"
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Re: In Brightest Day, in Blackest Night...

Post by Sade » Sat Dec 03, 2011 7:04 pm

Marcus didn't know precisely what 'persona non grata' meant, but he figured he had a pretty good idea. "My family is gone, and I have no money. Back home, nobody is anybody unless they buy a name for themselves. You aren't a real person unless you have a name; you can't own property or have much money or get involved in politics or join the academy or… well, anything, really.

"So anyway, my family had the kind of money I would need to buy a name, but I wasn't old enough. Then things started going downhill. The empire stopped registering new names… things became more and more expensive… nobody was building property for the rest of us to own… the academy exploded… and before I knew it, everything I knew was gone. I believed it would get better again, but it didn't.

"As for the rest who came here, they just don't care," he said of his fellow Dysuhlian refugees, a grimace twisting his face. "None of them care about me, because none of them care about anyone other than themselves. The only currency now is influence, and I have none. And you know what? I don't want any. I don't want to be like them. I don't want to turn this place into a horrible mirror-fun-house copy of Dysuhl. I don't want to raise the dead or murder random lizards. I just want to… to… you know what? I don't even know..."

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"The wall provides a stronger defensive barrier. We have to assume Vedicus would try to find a way to compromise the wards before attacking," Nessus explained.

"The town's perimeter is too porous," Zodt interjected. "Mauler golems do not move like the ones we've heard your people describe. They are very fast. It is possible they could close the distance between the tree line and the town before our defenders and yours could muster. If your wards proved less than totally effective, they could slip into town and cause much death. It is also much harder to fight such things in amongst buildings where the defending mages have so little standoff distance."

"They really just buy us time," Nessus offered, thankful for the distraction from darker thoughts this slight change in subject provided, "we also planned to build a walkway along the top for archers and such. You'll have to talk to Antinom for all the details."

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