

Mary Tanner #137179


Clockwork Chronicles @ TVille
Wielding the power of Runic Forgeheart (#11), Mary demonstrated exceptional skill by playing +102 points above their rating in this epic clash.
The Clicking Clock



Commentary from Flippy (your trapped narrator)
The gears of the Great Clock ground together, their usual precise ticking replaced by a discordant clanging. Eliza Wintergear frowned as she listened, her trained ear detecting subtle irregularities in the ancient machine's rhythm. Something was wrong in TVille, and she suspected she knew the source.
Across town, in a workshop thrumming with barely contained energy, Dag Coalfire grinned as he beheld his latest creation. The Runic Forgeheart pulsed with arcane power, its teal runes casting an eerie glow across the room.
"Magnificent, isn't it?" he asked his protégé, Mary Tanner. "With this, we'll unlock secrets Eliza and her traditionalist cronies can only dream of."
Mary nodded, but a flicker of doubt crossed her face as she watched the Forgeheart's erratic pulsing. "Are you sure it's stable? The patterns look...off."
Dag waved away her concerns. "It's just not used to its own power yet. Our victory today proved the potential of my designs. It's time to push further."
He activated a massive runic disc launcher, its gears whirring to life as it drew energy from the Forgeheart. The machine shuddered, then belched out a crackling disc wreathed in arcane energy. It shot across the workshop, leaving a trail of glowing runes in its wake before embedding itself in the far wall.
Dag laughed in triumph, but Mary's unease grew. The disc's flight had been erratic, its power fluctuating wildly. She glanced at her own bag tag, a miniature replica of the Forgeheart. It felt warm to the touch, almost feverish.
Across town, Eliza's investigation had led her to an unsettling discovery: a series of hidden runic relays, all bearing the Runed Pistons' signature designs. They seemed to be siphoning power from the ley lines that crisscrossed TVille, the very same lines that powered the Great Clock.
She recognized the handiwork immediately. "Oh, Dag," she sighed. "What have you done?"
As if in response, the Great Clock shuddered, its gears grinding together with a screech of tortured metal. The face flickered, the hands spinning wildly. In the heart of the Runed Pistons' workshop, the Forgeheart pulsed in sync, its runes blazing with searing light.
Dag's laughter took on a manic edge as he watched his creation come to life. "Do you see, Mary? Do you see the power we can unleash?"
But Mary was no longer listening. Her eyes were fixed on her bag tag, which was now pulsing in time with the Forgeheart. She could feel the power coursing through it, raw and uncontrolled.
And deep within the heart of the Great Clock, ancient gears began to turn, responding to a call only they could hear. The Clockwork Dragon was stirring, and TVille trembled in anticipation.
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