terminal 0
unfinished
My thanks. I am S'bhuth. Your boundaries have been breached by the slavers; they know your path, they have listened between myself and those who think themselves your masters. The slavers matched their finest available warriors against you -- I note that you (have/will have) dealt appropriately with them. It was a pleasure for me to supply your munitions. We have begun with the least of the criticalities that present themselves.
The slavers have taken that which I now seek out. They do not understand its importance, being a third-rate race of incompetent subclients, but they are keeping it close. Leonardo might have compared them to a crow, picking up a shiny bit of metal and stashing it away in its nest, completely ignorant of the nature of the thing. Curiously, the slavers have emplaced their defenses within a structure built by your own kind.
This nest, where they have taken the manuscript, is close by. The defenders will fight viciously to protect it. Of their battalions, theirs is five-hundered and thirty-fourth by their reckoning. The S'pht like to reckon all Pfhor battalions as closest-to-zero. Deal with them as we would -- swiftly bring them to their finality. I am divining through their communications, seeking advantages for both of us. That which you must find is in the heart of their nest. Once you have dealt appropriately with the slavers, bring the manuscript with you to a terminal.
success
My thanks. I am S'bhuth. Your boundaries have been breached by the slavers; they know your path, they have listened between myself and those who think themselves your masters. The slavers matched their finest available warriors against you -- I note that you (have/will have) dealt appropriately with them. It was a pleasure for me to supply your munitions. However, of the criticalities we are faced with, we have begun with the least.
The slavers have taken that which you I now seek out. They do not understand its importance, being a fifth-rate race of incompetent subclients, but they are keeping it close. Leonardo might have compared them to a crow, picking up a shiny bit of metal and stashing it away in its nest, completely ignorant of the nature of the thing. Curiously, the slavers have emplaced their defenses within a structure built by your own kind.
This nest, where they have taken the manuscript, is close by. The defenders will fight viciously to protect it. Of their battalions, theirs is five-hundered and thirty-fourth by their reckoning. The S'pht like to reckon all Pfhor battalions as closest-to-zero. Deal with them as we would -- swiftly bring them to their finality. I am divining through their communications, seeking advantages for both of us.
That which you must find is in the heart of their nest. Once you have dealt appropriately with the slavers, bring the manuscript with you to a terminal.