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    Soon, humans and monsters would be fighting. Soon, humans and monsters would be dying. This was the cruel and simple fact of the world they lived in, and it was one that every soul and soldier awaited with nervous grit and a sense of foreboding. An invisible storm was building overhead, palpable on the edge of every breath they breathed. This was how the world had been since long before any of them had been born, but at long last, it would come to an end. It would end when the monsters surrendered or were destroyed, or, if all went according to plan, both.    They were at their mercy now, wholly and completely, though they surely didn&#

    “So… it’s like a giant tiger trap then?”    “What’s a tiger?”    “... you know, I’ve never thought to ask.”    Gaster stood peering over Grillby’s shoulder at his latest blueprints, and at what Grillby considered to be one of the most complicated things the King’s engineers had ever pitched to him and his elementals. The initial concept was simple - a pitfall, cleverly disguised as regular ground, waiting for someone to fall in. What made it difficult was its size - it would take up at least half the distance of the road in front of them - and the element storm

    The next several days started as a flurry of movement and hardly was there ever a time when it stopped. The first day Grillby and Ruke were put to work with a whole mess of engineers and mapmakers, brainstorming ideas for traps and how they could be executed. Plans were drawn up that spiraled far above Grillby’s ability to comprehend, he was assigned a handful of architects who would aid him and his elementals and their building.      By day two, they were tearing the city apart brick by brick and reassembling it again. Every elemental - save for the Queen’s personal entourage, and a few stationed in the castle - was assemble

    That night Grillby had the first nightmare he’d had in a while. An impossible sort of nightmare, somewhat ridiculous in hindsight but scary at the time. He dreamed that every time he tried to use his fire, his hands instead started bleeding water, and then ice. The warmer he tried to stoke himself, the more his core cooled, and the ice crept over.      He approached several people, asking them what was wrong, to help him please. Terros, Gaster, Amathea, even Ruke and Brigg. All of them simply looked at him with a puzzled expression and answered, “But Grillby, you just have to burn hotter. “And the hotter he burned, the

    It was with that that Grillby and Gaster found themselves sitting around the cookfire in awkward silence as Flint boiled some water for tea and the fire elementals Grillby had noticed earlier went about making lunch. They were a strange, quiet, somewhat awkward bunch, all pretending valiantly that they weren’t thrown off by Gaster and Grillby being forced to join them. All the fire elementals seemed to be fighters of some sort - though it was a bit unnerving how quiet they were compared to any other bands of monster soldiers gathered together. Grillby was used to bawdy laughter, swapping stories, daring stupidity - the competitive w