Rage against the Machinists

«Blood on the Sands

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The day of the tourney is finally upon us. This is it, Forename! This is machinistry's moment of truth!
Pray gather our colleagues together. Joye should be just outside performing some last-moment firearm inspections, and Rostnsthal...well, Joye may have a better idea of his whereabouts than I.
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Pray inform our colleagues that the moment is at hand.
Oh, Forename, this is a disaster! Someone has broken into our storage crates and smashed all the firearms!

I-I must tell his lordship! ...No! We must check the other crates first! Or, maybe... Oooh, what do we do!?

...Aye, you're right, of course. Givin' in to panic won't help us none. I'll see what's become of the rest of the weapons, then report me findings to his lordship.

Rostnsthal? Last I saw, he was gettin' some fresh air out behind the workshop.
Don't look now, lad, but I think we've got visitors again. Stubborn bastards…

...Eh!? Smashed up our firearms, ye say!? Seems whatever scrag it is as wants us gone is done with bein' subtle.

We'd best run off the rest o' these thugs afore they decide to set fire to the place.

Ye know what to do: warning Hot Shots only so's we don't bring the wrath o' the Temple Knights down upon us. Meet me back in the workshop when yer done with yer patrol.
'Tis naught personal, Haillenarte, but coin is coin...
P-Please, no! 'Twasn't my idea!
Hm hm hm. The timin' has to be perfect...
Gah! Where'd you come from!?
Just wait until no one is lookin'...
...Ah! That purse ain't worth gettin' shot at!
Forename, are you quite all right? Our fine instructor here tells me you've both been busy chasing off hired miscreants again.
I'm afraid the damage has already been done, me lordship. Even after scrapin' together our spares, we've less than half the weapons we need for the tourney...
Then half will just have to do. 'Twill be difficult, I know, but I believe we still have a chan─
What in the bloody 'ells was that!? Sounds like someone fired a damn cannon or summat!
Whatever is it this time...?
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Oh, m-me lordship... Our turrets...
Blast! We must've missed one o' the shite-eatin' bastards!
That's it, then. We'll have to forfeit the contest.
Nay, my dear. There is yet time to remedy this! These efforts to confound our chances serve but to stoke the fires of my determination!

Pray accompany me back inside, Forename.

Rostnsthal! Joye! Lead your fellow machinists to the tourney field, and don you masks of supreme confidence. Whilst our mysterious enemy is distracted by your show of bravado, I shall work to replace the damaged firearms.
B-But, how can you craft so many weapons afore the contest begins!?
The short of it is: I cannot. Not to my usual exacting specifications, of course. Only the four of us must be aware of the poor quality of our replacements.
You and Joye must needs fight that much harder, to compensate for your colleagues' lack of firepower.
I'll do me best to keep the others in high spirits, too, Lord Stephanivien. Me apologies─I wasn't tryin' to eavesdrop or nothin', but when I heard the noise...
Ah, Celestaux... Well, there's naught for it, now. Welcome to the conspiracy.
Formidable foes. Meager chance of success. This shall be a victory worthy of song!
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Would that the odds were not so heavily stacked against us, but we cannot let a few setbacks stand in the way of our moment of glory!
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Come hither, Forename, and allow me to impart to you another pearl of wisdom from our master of marksmanship. Rostnsthal has dubbed this technique “Dismantle,” and it will allow you to aim a shot that will cripple the offensive strength of your enemies.
Pray employ this skill in the defense of your comrades...and of yourself.
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Under the tutelage of Rostnsthal, you learn new marksmanship techniques.
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