Bait and barbecue
Fulgora always fashioned herself as a problem solver as direct as lightning and just as swift to rectify certain issues that came with or running the multiversal empire controlled by the paladins of the Divine flame. A heretic electrocuted here a god brought low there all part of the plan to bring perfect order to the universe by removing deviance. Atrax on the other hand was quite the problem. Normally such fool hardy endeavors such as the pyroclast cause would be crushed quite handily
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But the ember Lord and they're ilk have proven quite difficult to uproot the first issue Atraxs nature as a primordial. Render's Them quite deadly to the point word as likely any punitive force sent to making an example out of Ithacar has diminished chances of returning alive and even more so succeeding. That could of course be rectified, attacking the city while they are away. Except their subordinates and Nulli's failure were too much for the Inquisitor…who were they again. It was no matter failures simply weren't worth remembering her work, simply too important to be bothered with it.
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Speaking of her work fulgora nose wrinkles at the burning smell coming from her interrogation chamber. It was very distracting and she had a prisoner to interrogate. Thankfully it didn't take her very long to find the source. Even now the so-called Ember Lord proves to be a thorn in her side, distracting her from the execution of her duties so much that her prisoner has died due to Atrax being such an issue. This intolerable state of affairs simply won't do.
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“YOU!”
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Fulgora growls with an electric hiss as she turns to a paladin trooper.
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“CONTACT DRON TELL HIM HE IS TO READY HIS PROTOTYPE” some problems require a personal touch Fulgora thinks to herself.
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She had been considering targets for a while. The thought of upstaging Nullis by crushing the Kasmir was her initial thought they were the weakest link in the alliance being separated by being on the opposite side of the world. It would also serve us great bait to lure
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“AND CONTACT NULLIS” with that the paladin guard entered a dead sprint in order to fulfill Fulgoras orders.
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“Fulgora Well met as always” it wasn't but Nullis nose was a constant shade of brown.
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“SAVE THE FLATTERY” Fulgora hissed back loudly
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“As you wish ma'am”. Nullis replied back weekly.
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“I have of very simple question for you were is the largest source of kasmir resistance”
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Nulis pulls up a projection on Fulgoras orb
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“That would be the citadel in The heavenly pillars quite the bothersome range of mountains home of a group that goes by the name of the Kasmir defensive front. The mountains make sweeping the area difficult and the carves within frustrate the attempts to remove them from the air.”
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“Prepare your forces” Fulgora orders
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“I have a very annoying fly that needs to be zaped.
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Giant death robots and subtlety are two things that are heavily divorced from each other so it doesn't take very long for the kasmir to realize that something has gone catastrophically wrong. It's trail of destruction is traced and logically predicted to the super weapons final destination.
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“You know it's a trap right” Sparrow says
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“Be that as it may your people laid down their lives to aid us. I will not be living in a world where that sacrifice is not repaid” The ember Lord says Their voice crackling like fire.
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“I'm not asking Just sit back and watch us die, I'm asking you to be smart about it “ Sparrow says presenting and unfurling a map of The heavenly pillars and the three defensive lines set up in the path of paladin advance.
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“Three defensive lines, three opportunities. We will try to slow the pair down as long as possible. Your peoples job is simple weeken fulgora as much as possible and blow up her fancy super weapon. then we throw a primordial sized wrench into their plans.” Sparrow explains.
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“Turn their trap into an ambush and destroy a high ranking paladin in the process…it is a solid plan” Atrax says pressing a hand underneath the chin of their mask
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“Very well I trust your people can make the necessary preparations”
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“We already are” Sparrow replies as a world away The hasty final touches on trench lines foxhole clusters and other defensive earthworks are put into plates. Artillery is prematurely aim and the confederation of rebel cells responsible for keeping fulgora in place harden their courage. Makeing sure their weapons are ready to fire. Pilots spool up their planes' propellers while anti-Titan bomb operators fiddled with their controls. Everyone knows hell is about to break loose here as the looming shape of the paladin Colossus comes into view.
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