#karak war

[bellhart-mayor]

BUGS OF BELLHART WE HAVE BEGUN EVACUATION!!

Please go to greymoor and into the bellways

@pharloom-bug-breeder @tipp-the-courier @bellhart-ballerina-official @pill-the-courier @deep-diving-webbing @relic-seeker-official @thesilkweaverfrombellhart

[weaveryivel]

The Field Camp

Using the Golden Eye Servitors, the High Executor Saryl assisted Faru and Kaysul in setting up a camp in a renovated part of the Underworks. Having used various materials left over from the renovation and recycling process, shelters have been made for the Choirbug soldiers. Stores of rations, prepared in the days leading up to the war, are readily available. Faru leads two dozen other Xadus Servitors, their many graceful limbs repurposed from deadly weapons into surgical tools. Using stores of medicine, large amounts of Silk for healing, and these surgeon Servitors, they are attempting to minimize casualties and get people battle-ready more quickly. Kaysul has set up an area for drinking nectar, with a stage for her to perform on. He's trying to keep up the morale of the troops by performing any song they ask for and serving them good food and drink. Faru is going from place to place, offering soft words of comfort and reassurance, and taking the census of all of the soldiers. If they die, it is better to know who is whom for the purposes of memorializing, and knowing what to do with their bodies if they can be retrieved is equally important. Saryl has set up a temporary center of command to coordinate tactically with the Choirbug leaders, aiding the effort through their immense theoretical knowledge of tactics and warfare, and their hands-on experience with logistics. The three High Servitors do not know how this is going to end, but they are trying to inspire hope where they can. @crust-king-khann-official [@ ing you so you can see]

[twelfth-architect-official]

Nixie stumbled into the Twelfth Architect's workshop, swaying on her feet as she walked across the room.

Then she leaned against the wall, and slid down to sit on the floor. She appeared exhausted, and severely injured.

Almost... almost succeeded... Ha...

This won't be so easy...

– @lancewielder-butterfly 🔔

The Twelfth Architect rushed over to Nixie. "Hello? Ni-Nixie, your name is? I... Please do not die, I..."

No. No. No. The Twelfth rushed back to their desk, withdrawing another Death Defier (they had spent far too much time making far too many of them), and rushed back to Nixie's side, placing it on her wrist.

"Don't. Do not," They pleaded. "This br-bracelet... I call it a Death Defier. It guards against one lethal bl-blow or effect. You will not die, so l-l-long as this is on you. Do. Not. Die. I... I... I c-c-cannot bear death."

[twelfth-architect-official]

twelfth architect, Khann and his forces just defeated one of the chorus machines- at the grand gate I believe-

The Twelfth Architect's hands went to their head.

"Grand G-G-Gate?" They stammered. Their body shook with slight panic. "That... That must've been... The Fourth... No, no, no!"

They paced around their workshop, trying to think of a way to fight back.

But how do they fight back?

... Okay. It was officially time to release the Cogflies.

[kipsrealblog]

Kip sits in moss home holding cards

Well...it's a little quite down here isn't it...do any of you wanna do some tarot cards?

@skull-tyrant

@moss-mother-offical

@bell-beastling

@skarr-chef

@ray-of-the-radiances-light

@larkspur-the-wanderer

[flea-awoo]

No war! War bad! The Citadel has done bad things but most bugs there are innocent! Can’t we all be friends and not fight? Please?

[twelfth-architect-official]

The Cold Peace Protocol

The Twelfth Architect approached the Northwestern Choral Chambers. They knew their way around the Citadel better than anyone else. They had seen its plans. The previous Architects built many of these halls. And they knew every single entrance to the Northwestern Choral Chambers.

They were not proud of what they were going to do. But they knew it had to be done.

They systematically went to every exit, using a new device on the air.

The device?

Its name was the Depositor.

What did it do?

It was equipped with a simple rune.

Gas + Change + Solid.

Its purpose was to solidify air. And they had tested it just a moment ago. It worked like a charm.

They sprayed it all over the exits of this area, trapping Khann's army inside.

Was it permanent? No, certainly not. But they made sure the walls would be thick. Thick enough that it would take a rather long time to break through them.

"You m-made a foolish miscalculation when you denied my peace offer, Cr-Cr-Crust King Khann," The Twelfth Architect said quietly. They knew, of course, that Khann could not hear them. They did not care. They needed to say this. "I am cap-cap-capable of things you cannot imagine, things the Architects of Old wo-wo-would consider impossible. If I wanted, I could tear your land asunder so thor-thor-thoroughly it would never, ever recover, but I won't. I am better than that."

They paused for but a few seconds.

"Because I am b-b-better than you, Khann. You have entered a war you ca-ca-cannot win, Khann. You will ne-ne-never win, because your opponent is smarter than your ent-ent-entire army combined. I wield the magic of runes. I wield the p-p-power of machines. For every soldier you possess, I can build a hundred more in a day. Co-Co-Cogflies, yes, but cogflies are a more formidable foe than you'd think, Khann, when used tactically." Their voice dropped low. "And you wouldn't know tactics if it st-st-stabbed you in your crusty heart."

They walked back to the Underworks, but as they did, they muttered one last line to no one at all.

"Remember this, Khann: Brain b-b-beats brawn, and brawn is the on-only thing you have."