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On the Aftcastle of the Nalithan Brenolth was specially built station, a wooden platform propped up above the main deck. On it was a circle of blued steel, silver and copper adorned with various runes, a circle of power. The air around it had a greenish glow, an effect of the spells which moved from this circle. At it stood five Drow Sorceresses stood chanting quietly. The words were not particularly important, but they did keep them sycronized with their efforts. On the other two ships of the line their was the same scene, while aboard the sloops and frigates, mages worked in similar cause, if without the aid of a circle.

This had been going on for about seven hours before the Infrastructural Fleet was sighted as preparations were made. This area of sea had a decent amount of background magic about, which made things easier. Around the Dark Elf fleet, a faint haze of steam rose had been rising from the sea while whatever clouds were about were drawn together into an increasing heap. Gradually the mass built up in size and scale until it was ready and a prime thunderhead was forged and was towed behind them, gathering strength and power as it went. It was a taxing affair, requiring three shifts of mages to gather it and keep it in tow, but what they had was a formidable weapon indeed.

As they closed, the lead Sorceress was quietly informed of their proximity to the Infrastructural Fleet. It was now only a few miles away. The cloud was briefly "stirred" by a change in the spell, which was soon taken up by the rest of the mages as they felt the shift and in a minute was ready. She smiled and took note of the craft on the horizon and readied herself. She had done this before and even though it had been taxing, she felt that all that effort which had been poured into this moment would be worth it. Around her, wind swirreled.

"To the Fools of Infrastructure!" She spoke, he voice magnified by the energy which coursed threw her. "Behold true power and Despair!" She thrust her septer forward and with that a bolt of lightning lanced down from the cloud and then, before it hit the waves, turned at an angle towards the Infrastructural Fleet.

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On the Aftcastle of the Nalithan Brenolth was specially built station, a wooden platform propped up above the main deck. On it was a circle of blued steel, silver and copper adorned with various runes, a circle of power. The air around it had a greenish glow, an effect of the spells which moved from this circle. At it stood five Drow Sorceresses stood chanting quietly. The words were not particularly important, but they did keep them sycronized with their efforts. On the other two ships of the line their was the same scene, while aboard the sloops and frigates, mages worked in similar cause, if without the aid of a circle.

This had been going on for about seven hours before the Infrastructural Fleet was sighted as preparations were made. This area of sea had a decent amount of background magic about, which made things easier. Around the Dark Elf fleet, a faint haze of steam rose had been rising from the sea while whatever clouds were about were drawn together into an increasing heap. Gradually the mass built up in size and scale until it was ready and a prime thunderhead was forged and was towed behind them, gathering strength and power as it went. It was a taxing affair, requiring three shifts of mages to gather it and keep it in tow, but what they had was a formidable weapon indeed.

As they closed, the lead Sorceress was quietly informed of their proximity to the Infrastructural Fleet. It was now only a few miles away. The cloud was briefly "stirred" by a change in the spell, which was soon taken up by the rest of the mages as they felt the shift and in a minute was ready. She smiled and took note of the craft on the horizon and readied herself. She had done this before and even though it had been taxing, she felt that all that effort which had been poured into this moment would be worth it. Around her, wind swirreled.

"To the Fools of Infrastructure!" She spoke, he voice magnified by the energy which coursed threw her. "Behold true power and Despair!" She thrust her septer forward and with that a bolt of lightning lanced down from the cloud and then, before it hit the waves, turned at an angle towards the Infrastructural Fleet.

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