Pushing the Brume

«A Joye-less Celebration

A Joye-ful Reunion»

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Ah, there you are, Forename. 'Twould seem that 'tis not only Joye, but her father as well who has vanished from the city.

Celestaux is out asking questions, but there are few answers to be had. Rather than sit here on our hands whilst we wait for a revelation, however, I would prefer we begin preparations for our engagement alongside House Dzemael.

The Dzemaels have been struggling to restore the township of Falcon's Nest─an enterprise that has been interrupted time and again by marauding Dravanians.

The signs─and a steady trickle of scouting reports─suggest that the dragons are massing for a significant assault on the settlement. Its fortifications are not yet complete, and 'twill be the aim of the allied operation to defend these half-finished structures from the ravages of the Horde.

...I expect House Haillenarte shall be positioned on the front lines of this conflict.

Should we fight well, the dragons will be routed; should we fight poorly, our reputation will suffer. From Lord Tedalgrinche's perspective, either result is a victory.

For the future of machinistry, however, we cannot afford to fail. Thus, have I focused my energies towards designing an attachment that will improve our chances of success. Now, the problem─which I was hoping you might help me solve─is the acquisition of suitable components.

The swiftest way to create new technology is by repurposing the old. To that end, I would have you infiltrate Castrum Centri, and salvage a goodly number of warmachina parts. The Garleans there may take a dim view of your efforts to, uh, liberate their supplies...
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If I am to complete my newest invention in time, I must needs take advantage of existing magitek components. Fortunately, I hear that the Garleans have literal crates of the stuff simply lying about in Castrum Centri...

You sense a hostile presence!

With Joye gone from the workshop, I have no one else to whom I can entrust such duties. 'Tis no simple task, I know, but I must have those components.
Splendid! These parts will do much to speed the construction of my invention. Now, if only Joye were returned to us...

Despite Celestaux's most earnest efforts, however, 'twould appear that his contacts in the Brume have elected to spurn his inquiries.

I sense an unseen hand─and a sizable purse─behind this sudden rash of reticence. Mayhap if you were to ask after the old hunter's disappearance instead, then the Brume's inhabitants would be more forthcoming.
We must learn whither Joye and her father have vanished...
Eh? That old hunter fellow? I thought he'd left to start a new job someplace else.
He was always cursin' how his old wounds kept him from practicin' his trade, but I s'pose he found himself somethin' new...
That old hunter fellow? I thought he'd left to start a new job someplace else...
Who? You mean the one whose daughter caught herself a husband in Falcon's Nest? He's probably there with her, ain't he?
His daughter caught herself a husband in Falcon's Nest. He's probably there with her, ain't he?
Oh, aye, the creaky old hunter. I hear he got himself payin' work and saw his little girl get married on the same day.
The husband's said to be the brother of some famous carpenter, and that he don't even need a job to get by.
Oh, aye, the creaky old hunter. I hear he got himself payin' work and saw his little girl get married on the same day.
The husband's said to be the brother of some famous carpenter, and that he don't even need a job to get by.
I've never had a fellow commoner refuse to talk to me afore... Is this what it feels like to be an outsider?
Were you able to wring any information from the Brume?
Hmmm, a new job for him, and a new husband for his daughter in Falcon's Nest...
They've been takin' on a good number of laborers and such to help with the town's restoration─even a half-crippled old hunter might find some kind of work for himself there.
Yes, my prospectometer points unerringly to the west. We shall head to Falcon's Nest, and seek out Joye and her father.
To Falcon's Nest, Forename! My prospectometer never lies!
She must be here somewhere...
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Any sign of her?
H-His lordship!? What is he doin' here!?
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Joye, please! I ask only that you listen a moment! Will you and your husband not consider working for me in the manufactory?
...I can't do that, me lordship. I can't be a machinist no more. It's best for everyone if I leave that life behind...
What do you mean, “best for everyone”!? Is that what is best for you?
All I want for me is a simple life─one what doesn't cause problems for those who've shown me such kindness.
I'm glad we could talk this one last time, me lordship. I'll be prayin' that you and your machinists get the recognition you deserve.
I always thought Joye was happiest when she had the stock of her flintlock in hand. Will she now sacrifice that happiness for the satisfaction of others?

...Or is it that she never truly wished to be a machinist, and merely suffered the training at my insistence?

By arming the commoners, 'twas my intention to place them on equal footing with the nobles who seek to rule them. But caught in the throes of self-righteous ambition, mayhap I have treated them no better.
Seems his lordship is havin' himself a crisis of faith. Might be as you could lend him a sympathetic ear, eh? I'll join you back at the workshop in a bit─there's somethin' I want to look into first.
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I have run my prospectometer through all possible permutations, but the result is always the same: we focus on preparations for the allied operation.
So we just give up on bringin' Joye back?
Should we fail House Dzemael, then the reputation we built at the tourney will crumble into dust. We would have to begin again, brick by painful brick...
A moment, me lord. I lingered behind in Falcon's Nest to see if I could find Joye's father, but he was nowhere to be found. I've got a feelin' somethin' ain't right here.
If Joye herself has no wish to be a machinist, then what more can I do? 'Tis not my place to meddle in her affairs.
Oh, aye, I see how it is. I'd thought you different from them other nobles, but you're all the same─only interested in helpin' commoners as long as they're doin' your biddin'.
Well, I've had enough of takin' orders. It's time I went me own way.
My grand plans for the future of machinistry... Have they all been in vain?
Have they all been in vain?
We have come so far. That is for you to judge.
We have, you and I. Speaking of which, I had promised to use those components you brought me to build a new weapon.
Do not underestimate your own contributions. Speaking of which, I had promised to use those components you brought me to build a new weapon.
If naught else, we have certainly made advances in the field of machinistry. Such a tangible measure of progress cannot be ignored...

Yes! My prospectometer was so overloaded with peripheral problems, I failed to see the practical evidence of our success! The path is steep and our steps are small, but that does not mean the destination is beyond us!

I will ask much of you in the coming days, Forename, and I shall see that you are the most well-equipped machinist in the short history of machinistry.
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