Balandar smiled to himself. Standing before him atop the stone table in his laboratory stood a perfect preparation of Alchemical Devastation. The vessel that would transport this most destructive salve had been delivered from the toyshop of Tomas O'Neerlan the day prior. Now it was up to Balandar's steady hand to see the final steps in the completion of this device were carried out. Balandar exhaled deeply and wiped the sweat from his brow. This was the moment of truth. If Balandar let the salve saturate the timbers of the wood too quickly the result would be fatal. He carefully dripped the salve onto the timbers, taking special care to do it as prescribed in the protocol. Balandar breathed a sigh of relief, the explosives were ready. He collected the pebbles of the Plumbumb from the garden where they'd been laid to desiccate under the full moon. These would provide the necessary ballast and keep the explosives in place against the obstruction in the whirlpool. As he prepared the finishing touches there was a knock at the door...
"It's time." Said Drake Foxx.
Balandar replied, "Very well. Let us make way for Jhelom" Outside a caravan awaited, for tonight Balandar would be one step closer to the artifact...
"It's time." Said Drake Foxx.
Balandar replied, "Very well. Let us make way for Jhelom" Outside a caravan awaited, for tonight Balandar would be one step closer to the artifact...