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5、s oftrogg.Mmmm, yesthat delightful mixture of mold, mange, and sour monkey. Puts one off of his lunch, I know.Cog CaptainHerk Winklespringgrimaced, going slightly pale at his commanders description. The scent was obviously taking its toll on morale.And your team is equipped with my latest-modelHigh-
6、Velocity Nostril Squeeges?Yessir. The smell. well, you can taste it, sir. Regardless of how well-squeeged your nostrils are. Winklespring tilted his head back, displaying a large, handsome pair ofgnomenostrils that were, indeed, well-squeeged. Ive had two members of my squad request transfer to Trol
7、l Patrol over in Anvilmar, and my medic wants to know if we offer stink leave.High TinkerGelbin Mekkatorquesighed, pushed his glasses back onto his forehead, and slid his forefinger and thumb down along the sides of his own prominent nose. These new glasses hurt, and adjusting them was first on a li
8、st of thousands of tasks he planned to tackle when this engagement was through. He hadnt slept the night before, and the flesh where his lenses had perched was feeling raw and tender. RetakingGnomereganwas turning out to be much more than a simple military action.Take this stench, for instance. One
9、of the problems with a vast subterranean mechanical cityone of hundreds, actuallywas ventilation. At full capacity, the network of fans, vents, and filters had required a team of fifteen technicians working shifts around the clock to keep Gnomeregan smelling fresh and clean. Years of un-squeeged tro
10、gg funk had congealed into layers of musky, impenetrable grime that was proving harder to remove than the invaders themselves.Dont worry, Captain. Ive got the whiz kids down in theAlchemy Corpsprototyping myUnpungent Reekaway Cannonsthis week. Should help to blast that nasty smell from our halls. Wh
11、y dont you and your squad take the rest of the day off, go grab some pints down at theThunderbrew?The other gnome smiled, saluted, and gave a quick nod.Mekkatorque turned back to the blueprints laid out on the table behind him and pulled his glasses back in place, wincing. While some sections of Gno
12、meregan were still being viciously contested, others had fallen into his hands with surprising ease. Of course, assistance from theAlliancehad been catalytic in that respect, but Gelbin wasnt so sure. TheHall of Gearshad seemed almost. abandoned. It was unlike his old enemy to surrender territory so
13、 easily.Gelbin was interrupted by somebody clearing his throat, and turned again. The cog captain was still standing there, wringing his hands. Im sorry, was there more, Captain?Well, yes, High Tinker, sir. If you dont mind my asking.Not at all. Speak up.Right, sir. Its just that some of the boys we
14、re wondering, and I was too, why weve been sent to reconnoiter that sector. I mean, its nowhere near the front line and doesnt seem to hold any resourcesor any real strategic value at all. Just looks like some crazy old geezers library. Sir.An old geezers library, you say?Captain Winklespring smiled
15、 conspiratorially. Ha, that was my impression anyway, sirstacks of old books, crumpled papers, and something that looked like a coney burrow built out of pie tinsWell, I suppose theDeeprun Tramscale mock-up does kind of look that way.The. sir?Those were my quarters, Captain.Your. your quarters, sir?
16、 Oh. Oh. My apologies, High Tinker. I didnt mean toNot quite what youd expect for someone in my exalted station, eh? Gelbin chuckled and leaned forward to pat the flustered captain on the shoulder. Dont worry about it, Winklespring. I may have held a lofty seat in the Tinkers Court, but all of my re
17、al working, thinking, and inventing was done in that crazy old geezers library. Now, on your way out, would you let Sergeant Copperbolt know that Im ready to survey the area? Thanks for your strong work, Captain.Gelbin waited until his security team had turned and disappeared around the corner befor
18、e he let the smile drop from his face. His shoulders slumped with a breathy exhalation that was both a sigh and a curse.This was hard. Hard returning to his study. His nook. This was the place hed pictured whenever hed heard the word home, even after so many years away. Years living under the charit
19、y and forbearance of allies who, for all their noble sentiment, still looked upon him with pity.The pityah, that was the hardest part. For a race of ambitious folk whose lives were validated by a masterful command of the scientific laws of the universe, to be pitied was unbearable. To be pitied was
20、to be insulted. Gelbin chafed under the sympathy, and he knew that his people did too: as a leader, he had learned that it was wise to spare some thought for his own emotions since they often reflected what the rest of the gnomes felt, to some degree.But the pity wasnt all, at least for the high tin
21、ker. Having to keep up the smile, the courageous cheer, and the gnomish wit in front of his people. Having had to project a constant and uninterrupted confidence in the tight quarters of oldTinker Town, when all hed wanted to do was collapse to the ground and. and.Gelbin took a shaky breath and stag
22、gered to the side, catching his shoulder against the metal wall with a dull thump. So many dead. So many! Steeling himself, he clenched his fists and exhaled. He closed his eyes and counted prime numbers until the feelings retreated, once again, to that distant corner of his mind. Safe, reliable pri
23、me numbers. You could always depend on them. Trust them. Gelbin knew that hed have to go back and deal with those feelings someday, but there was no time for that now. No time at all. The gnomes needed their high tinker at his best for the retaking of their homeland, and showing silly things like sh
24、ame and regret would only seem like weakness. A wayfaring people who teetered on the brink of extinction could not afford a leader who displayed weakness. At least, not again.Shaking the thought from his head, Gelbin strode forward and began to assay the condition of his one-time home. Unlike his pe
25、ers in the Alliance, the high tinker eschewed fancy living conditions in exchange for a practical abode. What use was a throne when you thought better on your feet? The well-worn network of hallways in sector 17 was a physical representation of Gelbins creative process: library connected to drafting
26、 room connected to simple foundry connected to assembly chamber. Research, imagination, creation, engineering. This was where numbers had been rallied, partnered with iron, and sent marching forward. Literally.These halls were where Gelbin had envisioned the firstmechanostrider, which had allowed hi
27、s diminutive people to match pace with the mightyhumanchargers. That creation had launched the young gnomes fame and set him on the path to leadership. Thegyromatic micro-adjustor, therepair bot, the Deeprun Tram, even the prototype of the dwarven siege engineall had begun as sketches and dreams in
28、this study. All had been formed from the primordial ooze of Gelbins imagination for the betterment of the gnomes.Which begs the question, he muttered, can a hundred brilliant inventions make up for one terrible mistake?The darkness held his words, lined them with pain. Waiting for an answer that he
29、already knew, the high tinker noticed something that made him smile. He was talking to himself. He hadnt done that since. well, since he had last lived in these tunnels. So maybe the returning neurosis was a good sign? Gelbin scratched at his neatly trimmed beard.If Im finding hope in a psychotic re
30、lapse, things really are dire.Moving through the assembly chamber, he ran a finger over a dusty bench and clicked his tongue. The years had not been kind. Even in the flickering lightits functioning illumination further testament to gnomish engineeringGelbin could tell that his once-spotless study w
31、as going to need a serious and thorough squeeging.He spied his trophy case against the far wall. It was something the high tinker had installed at the request of his apprentices, and only because he had needed someplace to put all these useless commendations. Like everything else, it was draped in a
32、 layer of dust. The centerpiece of the large display was his first working mechanostrider prototype, standing proud and lanky amidst various medals and ribbons. Gelbin smiled, noting that even the latest, most advanced high-speed models hot fromIronforgestill echoed the avian gait and kettle-bellied
33、 form of his original opus. Whats more, he had heard reports from his agents inNorthrendthat the enigmaticmechagnomeshad adopted his invention for their own mysterious purposes. What could be more flattering than having a race of machines use your machine to get around?And while the mechanostrider h
34、ad been the first (and arguably the most popular) of his inventions, the steady stream of unique, powerful, and violently practical creations that had issued from these halls had strengthened his people and proved the gnomes to be a vital asset to the Alliance ofdwarves, humans, andelves. This was w
35、here Gelbin Mekkatorque had gone from mere inventor to high tinker of the gnomes. This was where Gelbin Mekkatorque had reached his greatest insights, birthed his most brilliant inventions, and received his brightest accolades from a people who celebrated creativity and craft above all else.And this
36、 was where Gelbin Mekkatorque had foolishly trusted counsel from one he had considered a friend. This was where Gelbin Mekkatorque had sent the order that had killed most of his people, cost the survivors their homeland, and cast them into begging and ignominy.He slammed a fist into the wall, raisin
37、g a cloud of dust, and the lights overhead flickered in a visual echo of his frustration. The high tinker shook, clenching and unclenching his fingers. Then. he decided that he should just walk it off. He wandered from the assembly chamber to the foundry and then to the drafting room. There he stopp
38、ed. Gelbin suddenly realized, with some surprise, that he had just displayed his first sign of actual anger now, years after the betrayal. And it had felt good, this uncharacteristic act of rage.Perhaps the dwarves were rubbing off on him. Or maybe being home again, finally out from under the eyes o
39、f pitying benefactors and worrying citizens, he felt as if the curtains were drawn and he didnt have to be high tinker. Here, finally, he could be Gelbin. And Gelbin could feel sad; Gelbin could feel betrayed; and Gelbin could feel furious and heartbroken about the damnable injustice of it all.He gr
40、owled and swung at the wall again, relishing the blunt pain in his knuckles and the satisfying clang that reverberated through the iron hallways around him. If nothing else, spending time with the dwarves had made his people stronger, more comfortable with their physical prowess than ever before in
41、the gnomes scholarly history. The dwarves had mastered the indelicate art of melee combat in a world made up of beings who were often more than double their stature, while the gnomes had generally focused on escaping and avoiding such conflict. But these years of hardship and survival amongst their
42、burlier allies had, for better or for worse, given the gnomes a combatant edge. Gelbin saw more gnomes wielding swords, donning armor, and talking back to Tall Folk than ever before.Well, he mumbled, the talking back hasnt helped our already shrinking numbers.The ringing from his violent assault on
43、the wall was still echoing through the room, and the high tinker caught himself mid-thought. That didnt sound right.Gelbin cocked his head and took a step back. Sector 17 had been carved into the sturdy northwestern reaches ofDun Morogha portion of that snowy range consisting largely of granite and
44、shale. The ironclad hallways in this wing of Gnomeregan shouldnt respond to percussive force with that sort of resonance. Was his memory faulty?Gelbin rapped his knuckles against the wall again, eyes closed. Again, the ringing carried with an almost bell-like tone.Without taking his eyes from the wa
45、ll, Gelbin backed up to the center of the room. His old troll-made chair, a delightfully primitive construction of bone and raptorhide, still sat in its familiar spot. The chair was a souvenir from the first gnome-assisted Alliance foray into aHordeencampment during theSecond War, and Gelbin had kep
46、t the fierce-looking thing to remind himself of two important points. First, that his enemies lived in a world shaped from monsters flesh and bone. And second, that even tusked, mossy-skinned savages needed a cozy place to sit sometimes. Although the high tinker rarely sat still while caught up in h
47、is inventions, he had used the chair as a makeshift cot after countless late nights of brainstorming. Its low profile and wide expanse of padded leather, intended for the relatively substantial troll posterior, had made for a perfect gnome gnap. He collapsed back into his chairs welcome softness wit
48、h a worried sigh.Had there been some new construction in this area since the exodus? Gelbins suspicions were heightened now. He scanned the drafting room, checking for any signs of sabotage: loose wiring, misplaced panels, or unknown footprints in the dust. This entire sector had been scrutinized by
49、 his most able crew, but Mekkatorque had learned not to trust blindly. Especially when Thermaplugg was involved.Sicco Thermaplugg. The name still brought a cold tightness to his stomach, a tension that could not be reasoned away. Gelbin had finally conjured up a term for this odd sensation: it was a feeling he w
