[Elsa squints from her vantage point. She pulls back from the window, dropping down the ladder and moving into the next room where the radio manager is trying to coordinate their forces.]
Find out if Ales is on that ship. If he is, I want to speak to him.
[The operator stares at her, puzzled, but agrees with a nod. Satisfied, Elsa moves on. The foot soldiers are approaching. Loathe as she is to involve this world's populace, there's no helping it at this point. If a Hero dies, millions or even billions die with them, not to mention that the peaceful Mysidians are at risk as well. If they continue to press the attack, they will have only themselves to blame for what happens next.]
[One of those things is triggered by a wide pressure plate hidden under the cobblestones. There's a whir of gears, then a deep and ominous bubbling sound surging beneath the ground. Suddenly gallons upon gallons of a hot, dark liquid comes bubbling up through the windows on both sides of the street, pouring down on the unlucky brigade that happens to be passing through.]
[Running the other direction might be a good idea, but if any of them choose to go forward, they'll find a shallow, wide moat with more strange black fluids placid and thick. Testing the depths with a stick would reveal that it isn't all that deep, probably only a foot or so.]
[But if anyone tries to cross it on foot, bullshit will happen.]
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Find out if Ales is on that ship. If he is, I want to speak to him.
[The operator stares at her, puzzled, but agrees with a nod. Satisfied, Elsa moves on. The foot soldiers are approaching. Loathe as she is to involve this world's populace, there's no helping it at this point. If a Hero dies, millions or even billions die with them, not to mention that the peaceful Mysidians are at risk as well. If they continue to press the attack, they will have only themselves to blame for what happens next.]
[One of those things is triggered by a wide pressure plate hidden under the cobblestones. There's a whir of gears, then a deep and ominous bubbling sound surging beneath the ground. Suddenly gallons upon gallons of a hot, dark liquid comes bubbling up through the windows on both sides of the street, pouring down on the unlucky brigade that happens to be passing through.]
[Running the other direction might be a good idea, but if any of them choose to go forward, they'll find a shallow, wide moat with more strange black fluids placid and thick. Testing the depths with a stick would reveal that it isn't all that deep, probably only a foot or so.]
[But if anyone tries to cross it on foot, bullshit will happen.]