The lift hissed and stopped. The three were facing a large and slightly rusted iron door. With some effort they managed to open it. Behind it was a large room with scraps of metal, cogs and half dismantled machines littered about. Lining the stone walls were tables covered with even more parts. Standing at one of them, with his back turned to them, was a dwarf. He wore a brown jacket with many pockets. Small mechanical parts poked out of some of them. He wore a pair of dwarven trousers, leather garments with metal plates sewn onto them. On his head he wore a pair of goggles.
"Excuse me?" asked Jenna, "Are you Mr. Dacks?"
The dwarf turned around. His brown beard was wild and looked unwashed.
"Yes, that is me, unless I am not me."
"Sorry?"
Dacks ignored her.
"If I was not me I could not possibly know what my name was however I could........"
Ty walked over and slapped him in the face. He looked up and said, "Thank you"
Blue handed him the schematics.
"Now, Dacks, we found these in the ruins of Swiften. They have the stamp of the Engineers Guild and I was wondering if you could tell us what they are."
The dwarf scanned his eyes over the papers. He cycled through several different faces until he stopped at a wide grin.
"The upgrades..." he murmured. He dashed into a back room announcing he will be back soon. Jenna tried to make herself comfortable on the floor, Blue inspected the small scrap heaps while Ty just leant by the wall. The sounds of machines whirring and tools clanking came from the other room.
An hour passed. As three were just about to leave, they heard a cry of triumph from the other room.
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In the Blade's Hilt |A tale from Triterra|
FantasíaAll is well in the Tridom. Wars have stopped, the people are happy and money is flowing freely. It seems that everything is going to be fine. Except it's not. Unbeknownst to the denizens of the Tridom, an ancient evil is returning. An evil with d...
