[Alliance] Chapter Five: Session Thirteen

Appearing Characters: Chromie, Connell Travard, Efrina Travard, Elissa Cross, Galford Travard, Gilveradin Windrunner, Katrina Travard, Liiraluma, Riff, Robert Travard, Samia Inkling, Seria, Squiggy, Teemo Manabrake, Thal'ena Dawnseeker, Uther Menethil, Vaelastrasz, Velameestra Windrunner, Zagarra

September 28th

Elissa was quite dizzy and fell over, but she was fine. Luma steadied themselves and shook their head.

There was a disengaging sound as they released the joint of their prosthetic arm and caught it in their other hand. But then they stumbled.

He also stumbled a bit, but he clearly thought it was a fun experience.

Riff turned into a small flying snake and took off into the air.

Riff was already gone, and Seria shook her head before shifting into a raven and taking off after him. Vel did the same and followed suit. It was very bright above the tree cover.

They get a baseline survey of the area, and it seemed to fit the climate of Lordaeron enough that it seemed they were still in the right area. Seria was able to triangulate they were northwest of Lordaeron’s capital city, and it seemed they were about 15-30 miles away from the shoreline. However, they were closer to their destination than their initial target was.

He pointed his snoot in the direction of the water. Seria relayed they weren’t actually horrendously off course, and they could see mills and farmland that lead up to the mountains and hills that marked their destination. They flew back to the group and once more took their humanoid forms.

Seria focused her magics and cast [Wind Walk] over the group.

Fortunately, their arm had also transformed into the gaseous form that vaguely resembled a talbuk. They took off into the sky, and for the first time in forever, Uther had the chance to survey his home from the vantage point of a cloud. The breeze was cool, and many of the trees had started to turn and lose their leaves. There were farmsteads, mills, villages, and the like going about their normal business.

After the first hour, they passed over what appeared to be a watchtower. It had been there previously, but it had been since built out into a barracks. The old fishing village that had been there was gone, and had been turned into a military outpost. They couldn’t help but notice some banners. One was the familiar banner of Lordaeron, but instead of it being white and blue, the L was in crimson red. Alongside it were banners of the Holy Light, as well as a symbol that resembled the crimson flame. The soldiers within were also wearing tabards with the flaming symbol. They did not not appear to be typical soldiers.

As they flew over the farmsteads, they saw the influence of the same soldiers in smaller groups. They also witnessed a priest that seemed to be doing a blessing in an outdoor chapel. As Uther looked down on the groups, it seemed they operated like the Silver Hand, but he didn’t think they were all paladins.

There were a few clouds that slowly rolled in and offered some occasional cover, but it was largely sunny (much to Vel’s chagrin). As they passed over the mountains, they saw the beautiful lake that was Tirisfal Lake, which was one of the largest ones in the Lordaeron region. They continued south through the region, something caught Vel’s eye as they coasted along the eastern edge of the lake. Something shimmered from the deeper part of the wood near the low hills: the unmistakable sign of massive webs, and the whispers of giant spiders.

They reached the edge of a village by around mid-afternoon. There were a few simple fishing boats out on the water casting their nets, and there was only about two dozen buildings making up the village itself. It was likely the village of Tirisvar.

They landed on the outskirts and transformed back.

They headed toward the village and could hear the rhythmic sound of chopping wood. Eventually, they emerged on the outskirts of a homestead. There were trees interspersed, but it was a small, cultivated section of land, with a garden that was being tended by a beautiful young woman. She was reasonably tall, about Vel’s height, and she had long strawberry blonde hair. Nearby, there was a broad-shouldered, dark-skinned human who was stripped down to a tight-fitting shirt. He was actively splitting wood on a nearby stump. There was a young boy that was running around doing chores, and a slightly older young girl who was hanging laundry.

The group continued to approach, and Uther hailed the family.

The entire family’s attention snapped toward them. There was a split moment where, on the mother and father, Uther saw the flash of something familiar: the assessing of a threat. It almost looked like, for a split-second, they were preparing for a fight, but then it faded away as Uther clearly presented a friendly demeanor. Even the son was gripping a wood-carving knife, and the daughter had stepped back towards a sewing kit.

The little boy giggled, and the mother scolded him and told him not to start repeating it. The man walked closer.

He looked at Luma.

There was another look that was shared between the man and woman. The woman nodded slowly.

Luma popped some trail mix in their mouth. Vel got the distinct sense she was missing something, but Seria caught Galford, for a split second, there was a supernatural glow over his eyes. He was trying to hide it, but she caught it.

Efrina nodded.

Meanwhile, the young boy had made his way over to Luma, and he had his hands on their arm.

Efrina grabbed the boy’s arm.

Luma popped their arm off and moved their jacket to cover their stump as they handed the arm over.

Meanwhile, Katrina was looking at the elves.

Luma was laughing.

Connell had started to chase his sister around with Luma’s arm. However, at one point, Katrina stopped and then full out tripped her brother. He beefed it completely, and the older sibling caught the arm.

She walked over to Luma.

Luma reconnected their arm.

The group was led toward town by the two parents after Efrina retrieved a small basket filled with gourds and other such things. Galford heaved some lumber over his shoulder. Everyone was watching the group very carefully as they entered the village proper. It looked like a normal village, and they seemed to be preparing for something, as there was a large ship that was being constructed. It was very decorative, but it did not seem to be of a familiar design. Uther did not notice a shrine or temple to the Church of the Holy Light here, which was very strange for a village in Lordaeron.

They were led to one of the larger buildings in town, and they could smell the scent of delicious food being cooked. Outside was a sign that denoted the building as the Helping Hand Tavern and Festhall: Speak Friend and Enter. There was a beautiful mural of two strong arms clasping together, one in gold and one in silver.

Galford grinned as he entered and shouted out a merry “Happy Harvest Festival, friends!” and stepped in. Efrina, likewise, greeted everyone, and stepped in. Uther took the lead, and he felt obvious magic wash over him.

Vel stepped in and, much quieter, greeted everyone as friends. She felt the magic wash over her, but it couldn’t cling to her, and she felt weirdly unsettled but couldn’t place why. Luma happily greeted everyone as she entered, and Riff sniffed around but then happily greeted “friend!” before stepping it, and Elissa greeted the new “friends” as well.

Seria followed suit and quietly acknowledged everyone as she stepped in, and as the rest, she felt the magic.

He caught the attention of a balding, broad-shouldered, dark-skinned man. The two of them shared a private word, and Vel caught their lips as she read Bob’s part of the conversation.

The man leaned back and then greeted the group quietly.

Uther went to open his mouth to say the false name, but he couldn’t. They were in a zone of truth, it seemed.

Bob looked to Galford and Efrina and gave them a look. They seemed to communicate silently, but then Galford and Efrina stepped away.

He looked at Luma.

Bob smiled.

Uther takes a sip of his pumpkin ale, and it is exceedingly good.

He glanced up at the ceiling.

Vel nodded in acknowledgement, as everything lined up with what she was told.

Uther got a sad look.

Bob smiled.

Uther smiled.

Uther then beamed.

Uther had gotten increasingly excited as the conversation went on.

Bob smiled.

Uther and Bob shook hands in solidarity.

Bob explained there was a cave to the south, and he described the steps needed to get there. He had never been to the lair before, but he knew how to find it so that he could ensure people didn’t go poking around.

They said their farewells and stepped back into the village. Near the longship, people were carrying blankets, books, hand-painted pictures, and pottery that was all being stacked near the ship.

The group headed into the forest, following the directions that Bob had given them. Vel found several permanent illusions that were specifically meant to deflect people from finding the lair. As they continued on, they occasionally heard the sound of wind blowing through the woods, but it almost sounded like a distant whisper. Everyone felt unsettled, even Vel. Seria was the most intune with the unsettled feeling, and she felt as if some part of her should be flying in the opposite direction. The shadows grew longer, the willows grew leaner, the bark more and more gnarled and twisted. There was wildlife, but something was off. There was a deer, but it didn’t flee from them. Rather, it looked at the group, frightened, but too sick to move, even though it was not obviously sick. There was a malaise on it.

They passed a handful of birds that were dead, and an emaciated wolf that swiped one of the birds and fled. Vel tuned her senses towards the creatures of the night that she could hear, looking for any rumors from the spiders that may have been lurking. There seemed to be a tension amongst the bats and spiders, and as they passed, they silenced themselves, afraid of every shadow.

Eventually, Seria heard the sound of a child–or at least something child-like–that was lamenting in the woods. It was hard to make out, but it sounded like sobbing at the very tip of her perceptions.

Seria told the group what she heard.

She listened closer, as she picked up what seemed to be a language. But it sounded frightened.

Seria wanted to go investigate, and the group opted to follow. The voice got louder and louder, and Seria heard it was speaking in Sylvan. It seemed worried. As they continued approaching, they saw a perfect circle of perfect, white mushrooms. On the top one of the mushrooms was a glowing, blue faerie dragon.

He was bigger than the young sprite darters, and he seemed to be an adult, but he was bouncing from mushroom to mushroom.

He seemed to be debating if he should flee. But then he looked toward the group.

The faerie dragon fluttered into the air and zipped around the group.

Seria translates for the group.

Seria asks, and Squiggy confirmed.

She looked back at the faerie dragon.

Seria does.

The group agreed to help, and the faerie dragon eagerly said they would find his companions.

Vel opted to hum a lullaby as she engaged in a slow dance. It appealed to the indigo faerie dragon, who appeared to check on her. She informed the faerie dragon in darnassian that his friend missed them, and the dragon agreed to go back to them.

Luma set up some crystalline lighting and started to flash some multi-colored lights and play some music. Before long, a bright orange faerie dragon darted in to investigate, along with a nervous bundle of yellow scales and wings as his fellow brought him along.

Uther very loudly started to sing a silly sound that was frequently sung during harvest time about a farmer who started to grow a pumpkin that grew way too large and kept growing until it eventually became bigger than the world. Uther heard a voice above him that declared he didn’t think the pumpkin ever got that big, because he would have eaten it before it got that big. And then an indigo faerie dragon walked out of a bush sleepily and mentioned he wanted a pumpkin, because he was hungry.

Seria opted to loudly declare that everyone was present and they were ready to have fun. Before long, as expected, a bright green faerie dragon appeared and declared it was rude they were going to start without them.

Squiggy declared they had to stay for the beginning, at least, as perhaps it would protect them. They started to dance around and touch the mushrooms, which started to glow with the various colors of the rainbow. The actual lyrics of the song were kind of frightening if you listened to it too closely. Some of the animals began to bring their way to the edge of the woods to listen and watch. Life magic, which was very uncomfortable for Vel, began to push outwards, and it seemed to push the malaise away as animals started to respond like they were supposed to.

Squiggy flew over to the group holding a mushroom.

He held the mushroom out to Seria.

The blue faerie dragon returned to the dance with his fellows. Vel examined the mushroom and was able to identify it as a rainbow gloomshroom, which did not occur naturally. However, anyone that was holding it for the next 101 days could use the mushroom. Each spot was one of the colors of the rainbow, as well a single black one. When you took damage corresponding to the elements of the dots, they could choose to have the mushroom to absorb the damage, at which point, the dot would vanish.

Before long, the group ran across the hill that Bob described, and they entered a cave that had mushrooms and ancient stonework. The fungus glowed with an eerie bioluminescence, and it seemed to be the lair that had been described. They passed a number of ruins, but it seemed to be similar in construction to the other highborne ruins that Vel had seen before.

There was something strange. As they headed into the cave, it was covered in bright green grass, and the walls in vines. The place was teeming with life, and they entered a wide interior area with pillars that seemed to be some sort of amphitheater. At the top of the stairs, there was an underground stream with bright, glowing water, and there was a beautiful dragonleaf tree in full bloom with crimson leaves coating the ground at the center of the amphitheater. There were beautiful rubies and red gemstones scattered around, as well as a small amount of coin. It was Krasus’s draconic lair.

There were deer and other wildlife living in the place, that did not seem to be bothered by the group’s presence, and there was a beautiful lake that glistened with magic. However, there was something that didn’t look like it fit. There was a figure.

At first, they appeared to be a child wearing a long but sensible white cloak. They were frozen solid, diving forward, but not falling. But then they realized it wasn’t a child. They were about the same height, but their figure was full, and decidedly humanoid, but not human. She had two buns of blonde hair, and her bright eyes were wide open, and her mouth open as if she was saying something. A small hourglass made of strange magic was an inch above the ground that she was trying to dive for.

Upon closer inspection, Vel noticed something strange with her hands, because she only had three fingers and a thumb, rather than four fingers and a thumb.

She called to the gnome, but her voice just echoed in the lair, and there was no response.

Vel used [Detect Magic], and there was powerful magic coming from the figure. Specifically, it was transmutation magic, which the hourglass was also covered with transmutation and conjuration magic. She took a look, and from everything she had read, this woman was clearly a gnome. Looking from the shape of her mouth, it seemed she was shouting “No” when whatever stasis happened.

She then looked at the hourglass. It appeared to be almost spherical, but the center of it got thin, and there was a glass casing surrounded by gold and filigree. Sand was frozen and not moving within it. It looked like the hourglass had been about to fall, and whoever the woman was used a time stop spell to stop herself and it at the same time, but it was some sort of strange, localized time stop that was only affecting her.

Luma opted to look around the lair and look for signs of recent movement. There didn’t seem to be anything that indicated people were through recently, but there were areas of leaves that were thinner than others, as if someone had formerly cleared them. Their eyes were drawn to the water at the top of the amphitheater, and they looked in, and they saw themselves without any of their injuries. Luma barked a curse in draenic and stepped back.

They thumbed at all their scars then looked back at their reflection, and they were back to normal.

Luma gestured at the water, and Elissa looked, but she wasn’t sure what she saw.

She pointed at her reflection, and Luma didn’t see anything.

She looked at the reflection again.

Luma started to shout at the group, but then relayed the information across the telepathic bond as Elissa did in fact audibly call the information down to the group. Riff went over and looked, and he squinted.

His smile washed away, and his eyes went out of focus.

Riff snapped out of it.

Riff touched the water, but nothing happened. Seria also looked into the pool, and Seria saw who she thought was her mother, but there was something more like her there. Perhaps it was if Seria was just a troll. Seria blinked, and it was back to normal.

Seria looked down, and noticed Riff didn’t even have a reflection in the water.

He walked away to go and look at some of the leaves.

Vel finished her spellwork as she switched around the spells in her memory, and she enhanced the [Identify] spell so she could use it on the hourglass without touching it. The device was a powerful weapon with no name. It was infused with powerful extraplanar magic of an origin Vel was unfamiliar with, as well as powerful time magic of an origin she was unfamiliar with. Anyone caught in the blast radius of the item would be drawn into it, after which they would be plane shifted to somewhere she could not identify with an identify spell.

Vel took a few steps back, and she used [Mage Hand] to support it under the object. She brought the hand upward, and she caught a flicker of magic.

Suddenly, the gnome dropped out of her frozen time stop, just as her hand got beneath the hourglass. In the last second, Vel grabbed the device with the mage hand, and the gnome face planted on the ground as she was trying to catch it.

At that moment, the device, which had started to ripple and shift, cracked, and then exploded. The magic struck through everyone and bisected them, and one by one they disappeared into sand. Everything was white.

The group awakened very much not made of sand. There was a bright sky overhead. They were no longer inside, and there were no clouds.

Luma flexed every limb, including their tail and fingers. They were completely intact. Luma then sat up with a gasp. They were laying in the side of a heap of scrap metal, gears, shards of discarded objects, wood, wire, and trash. Luma picked up a gear.

Luma looked around and they didn’t hear anything right away. However, the rest of the group awakened in similar straits. They weren’t far from Luma, and they heard their voice. As Seria awoke, she heard a grinding sound, and something stared down at her. There were two bright, glowing blue eyes, and there was a large steel jaw and a rusted steel body. Sparks of electricity came off it, and it made an electric, grinding noise as it ran off.

Vel got to her feet and started to look around for the gnome and the others. The sky was bright, but there was no sun. She was keenly aware of this.

But then they heard the muffled sounds of someone talking from below the trash. Before too long, Luma found a small chest that the sound seemed to be coming from. Inside was the gnome, who was no longer frozen.

Luma sighed as they started to dump out some of the debris they had been collecting.

Vel seemed to be rather stressed and agitated.

Chromie raised her hands and swirling sands of magic started to rotate around her hands. However, it fizzled.

She tried again. And again. But the magic continued to fizzle.

Vel looked up at the illuminated, devoid-of-the-sun sky, and shifted into her raven form. The light did not impede her. She made a quiet, annoyed, raven bark noise before she took off into the air.

Chromie held her hands out, and two wings made out of sand expanded from her back and solidified. Two spiral horns wrapped out of the side of her head, and she leaped into the air to fly after Vel as she took her fully draconic form.

The scrapyard sprawled out beneath them for a fair while, and on the horizon they could just see mounds of junk. They saw some strange, mechanical creatures moving among the junk piles, as well as some strange things that they couldn’t get a good visual on.

Vel projected her agitated thoughts over the telepathic link, which had been re-established with Chromie in it as well.

The pair of them landed back on the ground and shifted back into their humanoid forms.

She pointed in a random direction.

Based on her draconic form, she seemed to be of similar age to Telagos where she was not quite an adult, but she was pretty close to being one.

They traveled for a bit, until Seria picked up that someone was following them.

Gil had arrived at the place less than an hour ago. That is, until they saw a bronze dragon flying in the sky. An unfamiliar one. As they rounded one of the piles of trash, they heard and spied another group. The group was entirely unfamiliar.

He and the Scales were following them, and Gil was the first one to lay eyes on them. Vaelastrasz was scouting out in the air, but no one had seen them.

Gil offered the mental equivalent of a shrug, and Zagarra was suspiciously silent, as she was not so sure of the situation, despite seeing the bronze dragon.

Gil used his shapeshifting ability to disguise himself, and the group started to approach. Teemo whistled to the group to draw their attention. There were six individuals. At their front was a young human man with brown hair and wearing gold and red armor. Behind him were a handful of individuals. One was a beautiful elven woman with golden eyes that looked very displeased. She had black hair in a high ponytail. Another was a goblin with bright blue hair in two high pigtails and goggles. A massive tauren with a thick chocolate brown mane. A brown-skinned orc with black locs and skulls and bones in it. She was wearing leathers, though she had peeled off some of the layers because it was warm. And there was another human with dark, braided hair and dark skin, with a small black dragon-like creature on a shoulder.

She waved at the group as the distance diminished. Vel rapidly clocked the individuals there, and recognized that the group matched the description she was given, except for the additional human.

Luma raised their arm and waved.

Any doubt that Vel might have had for who the additional human was promptly disappeared, as she recognized his way of speaking.

Gil immediately froze in place.

Zagarra rolled her neck and shoulder and glanced at Gil.

Vel reached up and removed her mask, revealing her face. She looked a bit different from when Gil had last seen her, but there was no doubt that it was his sister. Gil stared at her for a long moment.

Gil looked back at the others and Samia shrugged.

He then looked over in the direction of Chromie, as she seemed to have been the bronze dragon they had sighted. Elissa also stepped forward.

Luma had continued to pick through some of the trash, but they had one eye on the group, watching how everything unfolded.

Gil went over a brief rundown of the meeting that had occurred at Wyrmrest Accord.

Chromie’s hand went up over her mouth.

Gil looked back at Zagarra.

Gil shrugged.

Zagarra nodded.

Thal’ena nodded.

Thal’ena gave Vel a weird look, as she had never met Gil’s sister before, and there were definitely similarities, but it seemed like she hadn’t fully pieced together what was going on. The tauren then stepped forward.

The orc then nodded.

Thal’ena blinked.

She looked at Gil.

She then looked at Vel.

Vel had fallen completely mute and was standing sort of staring at Gil as she played with her lower lip, her elbow cradled in her hand. She didn’t actually respond immediately, clearly trying to process that her brother was there in front of her, but talk had immediately leapt into business. However, after a moment she started, as if she abruptly realized she had been addressed.

She looked at Samia, who nodded.

Vel had started to hesitantly approach Gil, but she stopped a few feet away from him, her body language withdrawn and nervous, but she slowly lifted her arms for a hug. The expression in her eyes had the traces of the desire to cry, though she was largely holding herself together. Gil tentatively moved forward, and then quickly closed the distance and embraced her. She immediately hugged him tightly.

Uther waited for a beat, and then raced forward and gave them both a big bear hug that lifted them briefly off their feet. Elissa put them back down just in time for Elissa to race in and join the hug on the other side.

Motah looked endeared at the entire display. Zagarra was just standing nearby, but Samia seemed to be making herself look as small as possible.

Gil put his hands on Vel’s shoulders and held her arm’s length away, staring at her directly.

Riff furrowed his brow.

Gil looked over at Motah and gestured.

Gil grinned.

At this point what mask Vel had managed to erect had started to break, and a tear of blood dripped down the side of her face, as she was very overwhelmed by everything.

Her hand had started to glow with clear red dragon magic, but Vel raised a hand and magicked the tear away.

Gil suddenly looked very hard at his sister, and he could see the fangs, and that her ears were wider than they were supposed to be.

Motah raised his hand.

She looked over at Luma, who didn’t acknowledge that the name was directed at them because they had never heard of that word. Teemo walked over and tapped them on the shoulder.

Two other hands stuck out of their backpack.

One of them hopped out, and Teemo took a better look at the turret.

They started to chat as they headed over to start prepping food, and Teemo asked to see Luma’s arm. Luma popped it off and handed it to her, and she flicked down some googles so she could take a better look. It was clear she was another artificer.

They continued to chit-chat as Teemo pulled out a portable stove that Motah could use to cook for everyone. Uther sat down to update Gil on everything, including the fact they found his dad, but without his dad’s memories.

Samia’s attention was immediately drawn.

Samia shook her head.

Vel was addressing Gil, but she had noticed Samia was watching them, and her eyes flickered towards her. Samia immediately looked away from her, but it was obvious she was processing that information and thinking about a dozen different things. And then Vel’s attention was fully drawn to the small, black dragonlike creature that had been on her shoulders, who Samia promptly dismissed. He disappeared in a whiff of molten ash and smoke.

Vel glanced at the others present, now taking them in fully. There was Gil, and there were five others. Thal’ena had clearly channeled red dragon magic. Motah was using some sort of nature magic to grow produce to put in the stew. The mysterious bronze dragon that supposedly put them here had been referenced as Zagarra’s Authority. And Teemo was actively talking about technology and magic.

That only left a black dragonsworn. Her eyes locked back on Samia.

Vel could feel her tense.

Vel’s eyes had flickered to a heightened magenta state, and there was clearly a mixture of panic, fear, and accusation that was betrayed both by her body language and her voice. Gil had conjured Ara’shel between the two of them, and Uther stood up and put his arm between Vel and Samia.

Vel tore her eyes away from Uther and honed them in on Samia again.

Samia nodded.

Vel had every reason to mistrust the woman. She was a black dragonsworn, and was talking about leaps of faith for dragons within their own flight that did not see eye to eye with the others. There could be any number of ways the situation could be exploited. It could have been someone trying to usurp Deathwing to become the new corrupt Aspect, it could be a farce to get their enemies to lower their guard, but in this moment, Vel had no reason to believe that the woman before her was trying to deceiver her. And it was clear that she would not defend herself if Vel tried to attack her. Her body language read both that she hoped Gil would step in, and because she didn’t seem like she had any desire to raise a hand against Vel now that she knew she was Gil’s family.

It was a very familiar set of body language, and it was the same body language Vel had used with Rhonin mere days ago. And Vel got the sense that Samia had likely dismissed her pseudodragon familiar because he had started to get defensive, and he didn’t want him to provoke Vel.

Vel was clearly not as easily convinced as Uther was, and Samia nodded.

She looked at Gil.

She turned around with some full bowls of stew.

The goblin withdrew a small device.

Vel stared at the device for a long moment, then wordlessly took it with a nod of earnest thanks to Teemo.

The group settled down to eat, and Elissa went over to talk quietly to Vel. Gil wound up getting a telepathic projection from Vaelastrasz through the telepathic bond. Gil informed him of what was going on.

At that moment, Gil’s bow started to hum.

There was a moment of silence as the group looked around for danger, and suddenly black ichor started to seep up from under the junk piles like an oil spill. Teemo grabbed her pistol and looked at, and she crinkled her nose.

Suddenly the junk pile exploded, and something emerged from it. It was a large oil slick that roiled as it erupted from the pile towards Teemo. She started and shot at it, and the bullet sunk into the tar. There was a frantic, low, screeching noise, and burrowing out from the junk and covered in patchwork armor with sharp shards of metal, was over a dozen diminutive creatures. They looked similar to Chromie’s visage form, but their bodies were green and covered with pustules, and they had yellow teeth frothing with a mindless anger. They started to rush at the group, swinging junk and trying to bite at them. Another green gnome raised a massive bat cobbled together with junk, and another stepped up near her.

Dog-like machines started to race toward them, and strange arachnids with churning motors leapt into their air and shot cables down below.

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