nikolokolus
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Siegbert perks up at Gylan calling his name and nods, "seems a good nuff plan. No tellin' what foul sorcery propels 'em. Better tae make sure." as he finishes, he strides back toward the throne where the "general" and the other clay figures stand and begins whacking away at their legs to topple them. Nicomedes walks up the orb, sweat beads up on his forehead and his palms. He wipes his brow with the back of his hands and rubs them on his tunic to dry them. "Stand back everyone, I've got an idea. Siegbert, kindly knock one of the heads off one of those statues and bring it to me."