Instead of taking carts and wagons like sensible folks, the gnome conjured a vessel from a seamless boulder of granite that he claimed capable of traveling underwater. With only hammer and chisel the stonemason savant had built something no one else had ever imagined. I took this as a challenge, and made my way back to the storage yard.
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I hid in an alley near the storage yard, and waited patiently while I studied the guards rounds. I found an opening when only one guard was on this end of the fence. I directed Rip to snatch the guard's cudgel, and play keep away till I whistled. His performance was stellar, somehow this fearsome warg acting just like a playful dog. I wasn't going to waste the opportunity we'd created. I soared over the fence, and started search for a keg of gunpowder. Which was conveniently well marked with caution signs. I nabbed a keg, and left a handful of gold coins to ease my guilt. I quickly vaulted back over the fence, ducked into the alley, and whistled to Rip. He dropped the stick, and took off for the docks. I wove my way through a couple alleys to get there.
I began construction on a projectile weapon suitable for the gnome's genius craft. Made of wood to reduce weight and cost, it would be a larger version of the bottle rockets I'd seen at the harvest festivals. In the explosive head, I included gravel for shrapnel. I sealed off the "slow-burn" tail with clay. A piece of flint and steel were placed at both ends, one at the tail to light the rocket, one at the nose to trigger the explosion on impact. I named the project “Tons Of Rather Potent Explosive Demolition Ordinance” or TORPEDO for short.
I showed the devices to the gnome and explained we would need some sealing tubes added to the submarine. He effortlessly added my request, without detraction from the beautiful crocodile sculpture that had become the craft's outward appearance. After devising how to power it, we set off to Tantras.
When the mechanism was operating, stone sealed us in with no way for navigation. I took the helm and relied on my uncanny sense of direction to guide us through the depths. After a few hours, we needed to surface to replenish our air supply.
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