| Subject: Magma Fortress: Chapter 3 |
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Conder (NK)
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Date Posted: 16:48:13 07/18/06 Tue
As Cavero's titanic force slowly made its way towards its target, Magma Fortress was scrambling to arm the last few troops. Dasco was up to his eyes in work, trying to beat out two axeheads at once, when Quel approached the forges, took a hammer off the wall and started working on one of them to give the chief blacksmith a break.
"Quel, you don't have to..."
"Help? Help defend my fortress? Help what I've been working on this whole time?"
"Fine, you hammer that out, but you have to get back to planning our defense."
The jet-black ferret laughed while flattening out the blade of the axehad.
"I can't. We're two axes short."
Seawe (Pronounced "SAY-ow"), a moderately insignificant mouse armed with a longsword, square shield and a complete platemail suit, walked along the ramparts. It was midday, and the hot sun beat down on his dark green camo gear. The tired Corporal made his way across the hot basalt stones, then paused as he heard the mealtime bell ring. Hurriedly, Seawe fumbled down the stairs, removing his helmet as he did so. Already, a crowd was roaring through the main inner double doors to the Main Hall, where a cool and refreshing lunch was being served to the four long tables. Seawe made his way to the closest chair, as there were no assigned seats, and immediately began demolishing his reasonably thick slice of whole-grain buttered bread while noting the side dish of fresh salad garnished with olive slices. The meals were always exquisite at Magma Fortress, even in times of war.
Quel had coincidentally taken the seat across from Seawe, as he preferred a normal place rather than some kind of grand throne. The ferret looked up to find a mouse wearing platemail, but no helmet, and with a piece of bread sticking out of his mouth. Both were slightly stunned, for mainly similar reasons.
"May I ask about the bread?"
"Mmf... Yeah."
"Why is it sticking out of your mouth halfway?"
"It's good food. What do you want me to do with it?"
"Anything but that."
"Whatever... Do they really have trebuchets?"
"Yes, they do, Corporal."
"Commander, I have a name."
"You're still a Corporal, Corporal."
"OK, Commander."
"Corporal, I have a name."
"You're still a Commander, Commander."
"OK... Seawe. Are you happy?"
"OK... Quel. Are you happy?"
"Yes."
"Yes."
At this point, Seawe began cramming his salad into his mouth. Quel, who had been quietly eating the whole time, set his empty dishes aside as the dessert was brought out. This time, it consisted of a strawberry cake slice with buttercream frosting and a rhubarb filling. Immediately, all conversation in the entire hall ceased as everyone explored the astounding taste of dessert.
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