[center][h1][b]Master of Gatekeeper[/b][/h1]
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[h2]Koume "Baba" Kurojishi, Edge of Shinto Town[/h2]
[b]The Clockwork Fortress of Troy, Central Keep[/b][/center]

The second the bounded field was violated the wall above Baba's workbench let out a series of loud chimes and a flash of light erupted. Without ceasing the work of her hands, which were still working on the central gearbox for what would soon be a horse, head jerked upwards. 

A mechanical facsimile of the multi layered fortress stuck out crudely from the surface of the wall- updating constantly with the position of her familiars, among other things. At the front gate of the simulacrum there was a bright glow, the detection of a powerful spiritual body. No doubt a servant had arrived, and with that the elderly magus stopped her work.

A quick pull of a lever, a flip of a switch, and another gearbox on the table whirled to life and set a wheel covered in tiny twinkling crystals spinning. Spinning. Spinning. Faster and faster as they began to twinkle and glow. The increasing revolutions and the twinkling of the lights formed a picture of the fortress from above, and as Baba punched in another switch that corresponded with the gate on the castle map the twinkling light show zoomed in until, clear as day, the image of Archer banging on the door was before both of them. Crackling, gritty, mechanical, his voice came through to the pair clear as day.

When she spoke into the projection device her voice boomed through the entirety of the fortress- cold and cruel with a mechanical backing. "[color=fff79a]Coming into another's territory uninvited eh? You've got a lot of nerve, that or you're wet behind the ears with a head full of nightsoil....[/color]" It wasn't the method of projecting her voice alone, the tone itself was completely unlike the way she spoke to Troilus. 

The ballista bristling along the crenelations of the wall all swiveled about at behest of the puppets arming them, to face the unwelcome guest. "[color=fff79a]Go on then, let's hear it. Pique my interest.[/color]"

{Discussion from here out will be carried over private channels so that the terms of any alliances formed are not public knowledge}

[@SSW][@Cu Chulainn][@Paradox Witch]