The celebration of their victory had been a lavish affair. Vadim and Crackler Watt had spared no expense, even breaking out a cask of Ath Wine, the last they had brought out from the prison dimension. As Nuria, Eli, Grim and Lurtor had feasted in celebration of the win against Pelonious, they heard many a tale as Crackler Watt got deep into his drinks.
Tales of the Elemental Holy Wars hundreds of years before on the Prison Dimension. As Crackler Watt spoke of the mighty Airship fleets of the GreyFalcon Armies. Of their grey carapace armor, and their magi cannons and magi lances, and Lurtor and Grim couldn’t help but be reminded of Warmonger’s Dead in their own past battles. It seemed Warmonger hadn’t invented that thematic nor the tools himself, once again pulling from what already was available for his uses.
Crackler Watt even spoke of Vadim’s bravery against the undead armies of Vul. Telling tall tales of Vadim fighting sword and magi cannon on the mast of an airship against Kaeleoch Boarding troops, while commanding an entire fleet via commcrystal.
Vadim sighed and leaned in saying, "I am sorry, poor Crackler is a little into his cups and he always talks of the good old days… He is taking Nereel’s death better than I expected. I think he is feeling hopeful. We have the UnderWyrm, we have you as allies.
I do not think Warmonger has a chance."
One of Vadim’s GreyFalcon bodyguards leaned in and said, “Sir, should we prepare the Ath Revenge?”
“Yes prepare the airship,” slurred Crackler Watt with a smile, and a snort, he had already finished a trio of casks of Mushroom Wine in the past hour.
Vadim said, “It took much to build an airship here, with such limited tools. But we succeeded.”