Aaron Firehand steps up onto the announcement podiums, after gathering the people of Las Aminour.
"People of Las Aminour, and the Rightful Queen, you have beaten me down for the last time. I give up my nation to you, the people. You have resorted to lawlessness, to villainy, and, worst of all, to anarchy. So now, I want to give you this one last gift."
At those last words, Castle Aminour erupts in a fiery explosion. Coming out of the rubble is 12 hellfire engines, seeking to take down everyone in Las Aminour. Aaron flies up the Chugustian Aeroport, and a small imp-like creature looks over the edge at the oncoming destruction below. This is the final battle.
Aaron laughs from the top of the Aeroport. "There's nothing you can do now! There's a reason there's a worldwide ban on hellfire engines! Happy November the Fifth! Ha ha ha ha ha!"
Xo looks at the top of the Aeroport, and sees the hellfire engines. "Is it November 5th already? I should keep up with my calendar..." He gets out of his chat and pushes it in as calmly as he can.
Akyan looks up at the crazed mage. "Well, any ideas on how to get up there?"
Rieka looks up in horror at the engines, smoke billowing out of the pipes coming from these amalgamations before her. She glances at the Mage, narrowing her eyes, then let's out a deep sigh.
"And here, I thought things couldn't get any worse," she says, gritting her teeth. "Sheerow, Akyan, Xo, Malikaly, you have to kill Aaron. Leave the hellfire engines to me."
With that, she runs forward, darting around to the side of the nearest hellfire engine and attacking its wheels with her flail.
The city guard aid Rieka in attempting to take the hellfire engines down.
Rieka continues to attack the engine in the same manner.
Though she's startled enough to jump off the table she was sitting on, Sheerow quickly gets herself together.
"Got it, Rieka." She nods back to her and launches into the air, looking at Akyan. "I won't have a problem getting up there, but you guys... I'm not sure."
She cocks her head to the side, thinking. "I have a spell. If you both grab on to something, I can make you guys levitate up to him."
She digs around in her pouch, and pulls out a rope, then ties three quick slipknots on the rope. "Put your hands in these holes and hold on tight. I should be able to lift you up. I don't suppose the three of you weigh more than, like, 500 pounds, right?"
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The Saga of Las Aminour
General FictionA capitol that will end in hellfire begins with an election of a man named "tyrant".
