En route to Britain, the Traveler encounters a lightning storm of shocking intensity. Coming right at the bronze zeppelin is another airship, a silver-and-glass creation like a flying chandelier. The ships collide, nose to nose, but seem to pass right through each other ...
... and suddenly everyone is aboard the silver airship, with their own ship receding in the distance!
Before they can take stock of the situation, small airboats grapple their ship and fantastic figures descend. Dwarves with brass steam-powered armor, other dwarves with black bronze picks and hammers, inhumanly quick Black Elves with mirror-sharp swords, and tall, thin, pale Elves with swords and arrows!
A large, sprawling fight breaks out. Doc locks himself in the engine room, transforms into a werewolf, and howls a call to Tranth, the Craftsman God:
Tranth, hear me! Give me a spark from your forge. Give me a wind from your bellows. Give me a blow from your hammer. And I will build you a construction more ingenious, more glorious, than any have offered you before."
Sources:
The fair world, and Doc's prayer to Tranth, are from Doc Sidhe by Aaron Allston.
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