!em3oEn8LAg 08/01/10(Sun)22:52 No.11482534|
"What in the Abyss is this supposed to be?" Speer says, picking up the contraption on your desk.
"I've, er...I've been attempting to improve on the standard dragon-powder design. I think with the proper mixture of accelerants, we can dramatically increase the projectiles fired. I could build a few more prototypes for the soldiers, if you-"
"That's quite alright, your Grace," the captain says. He addresses you honorably, but you can tell that neither he, nor anyone else on the crew, has an extreme degree of faith in your relatively untested skills. At any rate, you think, hefting the thick-barreled firearm comfortably, you trust your own work.
LOST: Wheel-Lock Pistol
GAINED: Pepperpot Blunderbuss
"Now then, Gillivers, you're not a military official, but you've got pull with the Imperium, so your counsel is to be sought," the Captain says. You can tell he wrestled with the idea of not consulting you at all. "We need to know what to do about the island. We need to forage ashore, get fresh water, and eventually we're going to need permanent accomodations, but with those beasts in the jungle it's far more dangerous than we thought. Some are of the opinion that we should simply use some of the powder from the cannon and burn a swathe of jungle clear, use that as a perimeter. That is, unless you've got any better ideas."