Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29559990-20160630223627/@comment-24701913-20160714084734

After agonising hours of planning and building, Aigren now had a prototype in his hands. He had a moderately sized hemisphere before him, nestled within it were the rest of his grenades.

He had figured that he could possibly redirect the sound the explosions would make so that it was directed away from the city. The sound the metal would make after bearing such an explosion would be quite loud, too, he had hoped.

All he awaited now was a signal, something that would let him know which direction to point his contraption to.

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Elinnel was barely conscious at this point, her eyes nearly shut and her vision blurry. She wanted to say something, but the pain forbade her from doing so, and instead a weak cough was all she produced.