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stuck_mynockBy the time the airship (a literal, flying ship, it seems, built from wood with thick, billowing sails and a skull flag, like a stereotypical pirate ship) has reached Stromgard, the city is barely recognisable.
The buildings, now shaded in bright shades of pink, green, and blue, are twisted out of shape, bent at angles that should make them fall over. Streams of green code float up from some of the buildings, towards an object in the sky that wasn't there before.
Hanging in the blank, starless black is another city, all walkways and stone buildings, surrounding a tower in rings.
"That looks like our target," Atton says from the bow of the airship.
The buildings, now shaded in bright shades of pink, green, and blue, are twisted out of shape, bent at angles that should make them fall over. Streams of green code float up from some of the buildings, towards an object in the sky that wasn't there before.
Hanging in the blank, starless black is another city, all walkways and stone buildings, surrounding a tower in rings.
"That looks like our target," Atton says from the bow of the airship.
