Book 7. Chapter 20: Forceful eviction
“You want to blow up the tower?” I gave the cargo of grenades and explosives a critical look over. They were large ones, the type that would barely fit in my hand. Too heavy to fly anywhere too. Jumbo-sized grenades. “Not complaining, any kind of explosion will always get two thumbs up from me, but wouldn’t that go a step past the non-lethal agreements you have?”
Rashant gave me a strange look, which was more of a sideways beak turn. “While your idioms are still confusing to completely understand, I believe you’re assuming these are high yield explosives?”
“Are they not?” I turned slightly to Cathida who’s avatar had her arms folded and was watching the scene. She turned back to me with a shrug.
“They’re not explosives.” Rashant said. “They’re smoke dispensers. When placed at the bottom of the tower, they will rise upwards and overwhelm the defenders. Odin cannot stay within smoke for very long, they will be forced to abandon the tower while equally leaving it mostly unharmed.”
“Ah, that does make more sense.” I said.
“Do I hear a note of disappointment in your tone deary?” Cathida added.
Wouldn’t say disappointment exactly, I still needed to get in contact with the Icon again, and also needed map data for where the nearest fountain sites were to power up my original cells. The original plan was still the original plan: Get to the Icon, have her help me contact Wrath.
Once Wrath was on her way here, or I found a way back, we’d be good to continue the path Abraxas had set out. Gods, felt like a lifetime ago now with everything going on. Can’t walk two steps underground without three thousand and one side quests and dangers to avoid.
“What do the deadlanders need me to do?” I asked, turning my attention back to the little group here. They needed me for something, otherwise they’d have already set the charges themselves in the tower.