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| ==== Artifacts ==== | | ==== Artifacts ==== |
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| | style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px; white-space: nowrap;" | [[File:Orb_of_Tempestuous_Fire_artifact.gif|link=Orb of Tempestuous Fire]] [[Orb of Tempestuous Fire]]
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| | style="padding-left:7px; padding-right:5px;" | I got three orbs of fire out of the box with the utmost care. These lightweight, smokeless heat sources would make the water in the engine boilers bubble, and the quality of steam produced thus would make my machinery work just right. For years, Sam had been urging me to move to her place and take my designs with me. It would be quieter and all the raw materials would be readily available, she insisted. Why did I ever put this off? According to the rough calculations I'd used to keep myself busy on the road, the orbs’ charge should have been enough for the long trip to Jadame. Three would surely do it for me alone, but now I had to get every ship I had up in the air at once. Had I just a little more time to prepare, I could get the heat medium condenser running and ramp up the orbs’ initial charge... Or I could just leave everything be, take to the air, and fly to safety alone and without fear of getting stranded in the middle of the ocean. No! That would mean betraying not only Henrietta, but my dream itself.
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| == Epilogue == | | == Epilogue == |