“Arkillian Capital,Demera

The Novgorodian Convoy along with it’s escort drove into the capital along with its convoy and was quickly eyed down by the curious Bird people who looked in surprise attempting to get a glimpse of the trucks and figure out what their purpose there was. After a short drive through the capital the convoy pulled up towards the state building as a old grey haired dwarves jumped out of the foremost half-track. Clad in bear fur and jewelry the Dwarf wanted to show off the wealth of the novgorodian people and hopefully impress the kilians into giving him and his people a more favourable deal. Twirling his beard he slowly walked up the steps flanked by arkilian Infantry and his personal guards. The doors were quickly opened by eh standing sentries and the dwarf and his entourage quickly rushed in taking a seat in a lobby and waiting for a arkilian delegation to meet with them.

Moscovy, Novgrod

Deep within the large looming “Military Academy of Novgrod” dwarves worked tirelessly training and strategizing preparing for an eventual offensive against the orkish lands. Staring over the Court-yard the Headmaster of the academy Tsarvik Iron-fist watched as the recruits below practiced in bayonet drills. when suddenly a knock came to his door. stepping from the balcony he hurried to answer. After swinging open the heavy stone door two grey haired dwarves beards singged and burnt stepped in each wearing smog stained leather aprons and thick woolen shirts and pants. 
“seat Yerself Comrades.” Tsarvik said motioning to the set of chairs infront of his desk.
The pair catiously sat not wishing to get their smog on the fine fur cushions which covered the chair.
“Now how has progress gone on the “Forge” Project?” Tsarvik said leaning back in his chair and lighting his pipe.
“Ah yes sir, we have had made a decent bit of progress enough so as we have a very basic prototype ready for your testing. If you could come with us down to the testing caverns i would be glad to show you what we have done so far.”
“Very well comrades lead the way.”
The group then sat up opened the door and walked down the long winding hallways of the academy until finally stopping at a ironclad door. wrenching open the hatch they stepped into a dimly lit room the door screeching closed as the headmaster looked around the steel walled cavern. In the roofs where tunnel long ducts leading to the surface letting in a sufficient amount of cold mountain air as not to suffocate the rooms inhabitants.
“SO lads what have you got to show me?” He said walking over to a table where schematics and blueprints lay on them was drawn the image of a large metal apparatus with large metal kegs attached to straps from which a hose lead out to a strange gun like form with an equally weird nozzle on the end.

“Ahh yes we have it here sir!” one of the smog covered dwarves said as he ran to a large metal cabinet producing a large metal backpack and nozzle which resembled that which is drawn on the blueprints. dragging the hulking metal apparatus over to Tsarvik he yelled sounding slightly strained “Would you like to try it out sir?”

“Of course viktor you know i insist on personally testing all items that come out of this laboratory.”

“very well then” The Viktor said as he and his helper quickly set about to mounting the machine on the Headmaster after about 15 minutes of fiddling with straps nozzles and valves they showed him to a small target range with which at the end lay a straw dummy. scratching a small piece of flint against a metal tube attached a few centimeters in front of the nozzle it lit up with a small flame.
“Now all you have to do sir is pull on that level there and the fires of the forge will be in your hands”

Tsarvik nervously adjusted himself and aimed at the target as he slowly pulled the lever. Suddenly a spout of flame shot out of the nozzle and the air was filled with the smell of burning Pitch and Oil. The spout lasted only a few seconds before it wheezed out and the flame died as the machine ran out of fuel.

“well that was quite the experience comrades.” Tsarvik said wiping his soot covered hands on a piece of cloth handed to him by viktor.

“Aye sir isn't she a miracle of engineering. After we fix the kinks with the fuel lines and the occasional gas leakages we can properly begin training in its use.” ViKtor said as he removed the hulking metal machine off Tsarviks back.

“ Now Viktor, I only have one question” Tsarvik said twirling his beard looking over the machine.

“Aye, what is it sir?” Viktor asked preparing himself for a question on how the machine functions or its possible defects the current prototype had.

“Where do you put the bloody bayonet?”