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In the midst of a Beast (3)
Trusting their lives with Quaren, the Company of Gilaslan followed the strange, barbarian-like man deeper into the darkness of the station's terminals. An ominous cold breeze weaved amongst the towering columns as the weary men entered what seemed to be a larger terminal tunnel. But the men were quick to notice this tunnel was not empty; their vigilant gaze transfixed on a beast of metal sleeping on the tracks. Their eyes followed every curve and edge of the locomotive, examining its massive wheels of stone & lanterns of green glass. Their gaze eventually rested on the front of the train. Quaren's deep voice echoed from behind, "This is the Manticore: the oldest train in Gurganus, and your key to your destination."
"It looks like it's been here for centuries…How can we trust a beast of sleeping metal?" demanded Felthor.
Quaren laughed, "Trust me, your majesty. When awakened, this train will leave you breathless."
Standing closest to the train's front, Talion stepped closer towards the mighty beast. He happened to glance down, and was bewildered at the sight of grass growing amid the wooden railing. "How is there grass here? I thought Talcinine was a wasteland?"
"The Manticore was here long before Talcinine was covered in snow & talc, Sir Talion. The train will run on any surface, snow or grass. But maybe you all should see for yourself…"
Quaren leisurely stepped down onto the tracks. Standing before the train, he closed his eyes, and instantly the Manticore roared to life…
In the midst of a Beast (3)
Trusting their lives with Quaren, the Company of Gilaslan followed the strange, barbarian-like man deeper into the darkness of the station's terminals. An ominous cold breeze weaved amongst the towering columns as the weary men entered what seemed to be a larger terminal tunnel. But the men were quick to notice this tunnel was not empty; their vigilant gaze transfixed on a beast of metal sleeping on the tracks. Their eyes followed every curve and edge of the locomotive, examining its massive wheels of stone & lanterns of green glass. Their gaze eventually rested on the front of the train. Quaren's deep voice echoed from behind, "This is the Manticore: the oldest train in Gurganus, and your key to your destination."
"It looks like it's been here for centuries…How can we trust a beast of sleeping metal?" demanded Felthor.
Quaren laughed, "Trust me, your majesty. When awakened, this train will leave you breathless."
Standing closest to the train's front, Talion stepped closer towards the mighty beast. He happened to glance down, and was bewildered at the sight of grass growing amid the wooden railing. "How is there grass here? I thought Talcinine was a wasteland?"
"The Manticore was here long before Talcinine was covered in snow & talc, Sir Talion. The train will run on any surface, snow or grass. But maybe you all should see for yourself…"
Quaren leisurely stepped down onto the tracks. Standing before the train, he closed his eyes, and instantly the Manticore roared to life…