Let me preface this by saying that all you are about to read are events that have actually occured in-game, in one form or another, though certain liberties have been taken in respect to scene arrangements and editing of images. Save scumming has been used, but only in order to get more dramatic shots, re-record scenes from different perspectives, all without affecting the ultimate outcome of the story.
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Now get ready for the strangest ending of all time.
The earth rumbled.
Constructivory paused momentarily. Its dwarves looked around – hesitant, unsure of how to act. Tremors sent mugs rattling and barrels rolling across the floor, spilling drink and stubbing toes alike in equal chagrin. Waves rippled across the swimming pool, its surface a rhythmic dance of droplets that encircled the dwarves within. Above them all, the great foundations of Constructivory rocked gently, imperceptible to all but those near the peak.
Vortex could feel it through her boots, but right now she had a more pressing issue at hand.
“Contact... contacts! Sir, they're coming in from all horizons!” she yelled down to her captain, Sanctume, who was perched a few floors below at Ghost Maze. The howling winds at the peak garbled her voice somewhat, but the message was clear. He too was watching the border.
"Get down. Alert Commander. Listed squads next. King and nobles last," Sanctume signalled back rapidly.
He could sense the panic in Vortex’s eyes as she registered the orders. She was still far too green, not at all like her predecessor. He could remember when the tables were turned, when it was Commander Vortex glaring at him, barking out commands as they rallied to face an oncoming invasion. He was green then, armed with only a mace direct from the barracks, as they went out into the wastes to fight for their new home, this madness of a tower.
They were all green once. He saw the current Vortex, feet rooted to the ground and face singing an expression of fear, knowing that it was exactly what he would have done all those years ago, and knew exactly what he had to do right now.
"Squad. Attention. March! Commander. Now!" Sanctume bellowed, and Vortex’s muscles jerked into focus. With a salute she raced down the stairwell, leaving Sanctume alone on the roof of the world.
No time to waste. He aimed his spyglass towards their ranks and began counting.
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