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Welcome Adventurers. I trust you've read the entrance to this whole James Bond scenario. Now, you're probably wondering what the lay-out of the Hammerlock is, aren't you?

Put simply, the Hammerlock is a magic, flying, armored war-ship. The classification is Ironclad, a design made by dwarves. Everything on the ship is heavily armored, and there are eight ballistas total on the ship that are mounted on firing castles, as well as a prow built for ramming an opponent.

As for the magic part, the Ironclad is equipped with a Cloud Keel, letting you fly at a clumsy speed of 40 feet. The ballistas are enhanced with the Starburst quality, which deals slashing and piercing damage to anything within a 20 foot radius of the bolt's impact zone. Even the ship itself has a magic enchantment: The eldritch exhaust. This bad baby can expel some mean acidic fog from the back of the ship.

Now, we get to your soon-to-be-destroyed target.

The mountain is about as big around as the average metropolis, with eight catapult placements all around, most of which are mounted on a rotating platform, giving them a 180-degree arc of fire. Your targeted siege engine is on the peak of the mountain, with a clear line of sight to the other weapons. This weapon is another Ballista, but this one's analogous to a huge repeating crossbow rather than a normal one. There are three Human Elite Archers ready to let loose a volley as soon as you're in range.

Finally, there's the city on the mountain. This is about the size of a standard city (it's built along and into the sloping mountain, as well as on the cliffs) on the outside, with a few passageways that go into the mountain. There's ten guards patrolling the entire area, aboveground and subterranean. The heart of the mountain, the place you need to plant your mother-of-all-bombs, is about 100 feet in. After you plant that, there's a secret passageway that goes straight out.

Best of luck to you. There's three flying Launches coming at you, all of them with four very angry warriors.

The half-elf looked to Igneel with a bit of worry about overkill. "My plan would be taking a glider and seeing if i can get on top of the fortress and rappel down to attach the explosives. But i worry that'd be suicidal."

He was right. Something was starting to break down and anything would be suicidal now. However, he wanted his companion wolf, Alexia, to stay behind for this mission. There was no way this canine's claws would be useful in disabling siege engines. He mouthed to himself in a degenerated form of elven - "Why did I get the wonderful opportunity of getting into this mess?"

Giving what passes as a smirk or a grin with his current face, complete with a Pterodactyl-like beak, Igneel thought this 'half-breed's' idea was considerably suicidal. Continuing with Common, much to his disgust Igneel lets the pitiful mammal in on his plan. Why don't you let the one with a natural Fly speed, and free Invisibility take care of getting to that top one first? I'm sure that I have a 'spell' or two that I have in storage that could take care of a guard or two.... Not like I care what happens to you all, I might even take care of this all by myself...

((I figured, just was acting as the character giving his plan. I wasn't going to head out to battle as of yet anyways.))

Misery spends a long time looking at the flying fortress, distress in her dark eyes. "I don't like this," she finally mutters. "It could be those people have committed no crime but having their city wander into the wrong place."

"But we don't have a choice," rings Halen's deep bass beside her, and she shrugs.

"I understand the necessity. It doesn't mean I have to like it." Misery turns to her other teammates, her tone becoming louder and taking on a very military briskness.

"You are probably correct in that simply flying over there would be suicidal. It would be much less so if we had two teams--divide and conquer. One team can go directly to the central seige engine, while the other can take on those approaching airships. That will keep the heat off of the team headed for the seige engine and give us an additional platform for attacking the remaining engines--and for our eventual escape.

"Halen and I are next to useless at ranged combat, but I'd still rather be part of the team that takes on the airships, as I also hesitate to trust my weight, let alone Halen's"--she smiles up at his massive armored form--"to those little hang gliders for much distance. The two of us will be much better off going in short stages.

"I'm certainly not going to insist on my own plan if someone else has a better one, but if you do, we'll want to discuss it quickly. Those guys don't look too friendly," she concludes, nodding at the approaching airships. She clasps her hands behind her back, standing at something just short of attention. Behind her, Halen's imposing form mirrors her stance.

{At the start of the day, Oulviina would have created her Eldritch Weave. In addition to herself, it includes the following characters: Misery Mulligan, Halen Callegan, Delan Stormcrow, Sabine the Griffon, Gavrial the Pegasus, Jude Phillips, Matthias Garlodin, Rage, and Igneel. Any spell I cast that can affect them into the Eldritch Weave will affect them all so long as they're within range (and ranges are increased, so touch range spells have a range of Close.}

Patting Rage on his silver shoulder, Oulviina surveys the area. The airship they were upon was nowhere near as impressive as those of house Lyrandar in her own world, but they were at least not dependent upon Lyrandar's Dragon Mark, which was something of a plus. "This is going to take some effort and energy, but we can definitely accomplish it if we coordinate our movements as well as possible. It's never a good idea to go rushing off on your own - that gets soldiers killed in wartime. Rage doesn't present much of a threat at range, but once he gets up close, he'll make up for it. I'd like to provide some bolstering to the unit before we depart, especially if we'll be dividing up into two teams. Rage, Gavrial, Sabine, and I work best together. What sort of benefit would you suggest we use, Misery? I could attempt to bolster everyone's physical abilities, though it wouldn't work if they had something to already do so, like Rage has for strength. I could increase our might, health, and force of personality - that would help some of our spellcasters a bit, and it's a more potent augmentation."

"I rather dislike the idea of people stuffed into portable holes. Highly unpredictable devices, those. I just don't trust them, especially with the worlds collapsing in on themselves." Delan eyes Sabine and Gavrial. "If I might make a suggestion? Increasing the strength of the flying beasts would, in turn, increase their carrying capacity. Perhaps they would be able to serve as steeds for more troops at that point? I would expect, with a quick calculation and estimation of weight (because one never asks the weight of a lady...), that they could each bear the metal men (one made of metal and the other garbed in it, of course...) and one of the lady soldiers. Would that be adequate?"