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General, we have a message from a scout out on patrol. |
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We should expect ironclads up ahead, right? Yeah, I can smell the stench of their iron and oil from
here. |
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You needn't concern yourself with them, General.Allow me to clear them out. |
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You could, but... Hey. Humans. |
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Yes, sir? |
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Show me what you Night Raven College mages are capable of. |
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What?! |
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There's a bunch of ironclads lurking up ahead.Capture them yourselves. |
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Don't let a single one escape, lest we lose the element of surprise for our strike on their campground. |
Battle!
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Ironclad A |
Aah! Who are these people?! |
Ironclad B |
Eek! Wizards! HEEELP! |
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Mrah! They're runnin' away! |
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Hey, get back here! What manner of cowards turn their backs on the enemy?! |
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Tch. What part of "don't let a single one escape" don't you understand? |
Ironclad A |
Eek! It's a fae! Now a fae ruffian's attacking! |
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You think you have any room to call others ruffians? *fae language* |
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Hmph. Peons. |
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Fa-ah, Sir Vanrouge. Our inadequacy forced you to step in personally. My sincerest apologies for that. |
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Hmph. You did a good enough job thrashing them, but you had no plan for what came after. |
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General, we've found provisions and fuel in their wagon. |
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They were ours to start with, so we'll just reclaim them now. |
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Take the captured ironclads and banish them to the other side of Howling Canyon! |
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