The Rise Of The Valyrian Lord

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Tallon examines the two guns. "I'll take the blunderbuss, I suppose." He grasps the gun in his hands. "How do I fire this thing?"
 
Rozzelyn tosses Tallon a pouch of blunderbuss rounds. He then pulls off another pouch of rounds and a 2nd blunderbuss. He pours rounds into his hand and then stuffs them into the barrel.
"Like that. That pouch should have exactly 64 shots in it. Remember to just use a handful, or it will explode in your face."
 
Advar walked into to the warfare apartment's office at Rhosthelm, and pulled out his map of the world. Using red and white board game peaces he marked which city's were belonging to the dark lord, and which ones united against him. As he studied the map a bit more he moved past the location of steadfast and remembered the old days. Back then there was only one dark soul, Mrs Baver. But this was much worse, the might of Valyria would not prevail so easily.

Chatting with a few soldiers within Rhosthelm, he decided that it was best prepare for war then go rushing in. From all the wars in Advar's time this was the biggest since the greedy lords of LuminI. A guard ran down to the office and warned Advar, "There are, dark shapes, banshees, passing over Oracle and into the Valley," obviously the great-priest of Oracle who had already fought in the war must have attracted these dark shapes into northern Ithania.
 
Mecharic has his sword, for what good it will do him. He's also got his mead, good trusty mead. His Drunkensword Technique is world reknown, though mostly for its drunken misses. "I have to find Ulu...*hic* He'll be fighting these monters, I'm sure of it. Maybe I'll pick up *hic* a friend or two along the way! *hic!*" Mecharic makes his way in the general direction of 9thLegion, his old allies, but by a very indirect path of in the opposite direction.
 
Galahad lands on the ground after having been kicked out of tavern in the 9th Legion

"Oi, I dun need ye sillay chappas any who!"

His feet wobbly, Galahad takes a few steps then falls.

"I'll git up.. later I s'pose..."

Galahad falls asleep on the ground in the main road, unaware of the rush to defend against any demons. He dreams of cherry wine and summer ales, wizard brew, blaze's brandy and many other fantastic brews.
 
Hansington beings chipping away the old defenses of Yukuro and being making it impenetrable with new cannons and bunkers.

As the left battery nears completion a spy runs up to him and quickly hands him a note which he opens and quickly reads.

"Hmm, seems that 9th legion is intending to block our conquest.....pitty, i had hopped to see them fit into the new world order."

He quickly scans the rest of the note, a dark grin coming over his face.

"Ithania is right for the taking it seems. Sounds tasty."

He quickly burns the note in a nearby torch and heads towards the new Yukuro Shipyard to prep his ships for a invasion.
 
((wait, what note? my note to ulu? That was put into an ender pouch... only I and others who have traveled to the oddlands have one...))
 
((Oops, that the was supposed to be a a, fixed now.))
 
((I mean the nether group))
"Rozzelyn if you dont mind may I have one two I lost my bow a while ago."
 
Tallon loads a handful into the barrel of the gun, and holds it up, aiming at a clump of netherwart nearby. He fires it, and the blast shoots out of the gun, knocking him off his feet. He looks at the Netherwart, and sees it has been torn through by the bullets. "Cool..."
 
Posidem greets his friends with a quick nod and continues to survey the land. Lakes of lava were everywhere, and the geysers of sulfur were nauseating. Having a little experience with this hellish land, he turned to his friends and told him somethings he considered would be necessary for their survival. He began, "Friends, I would have wished for us to meet on happier conditions, but things don't always turn out as we wish. Anyhow, I must inform you of some dangers of this nasty realm." He pointed towards Rozz and said, "Those guns you have, I wouldn't recommend using them here. The gunpowder will attract the beastly ghast and the noise might bring hoards of pigmen." He glanced at Tallon and said, "You and me, we must not use our auras unless for some kind of emergency. They will attract pigmen within a ten mile radius, and reveal our positions to other magicians we would rather not know we're here." Looking towards the nearest lava lake, he said, "Finally, any water you brought or find, you must use sparingly. There's not much in this realm, but at least we have some inkling of what we're looking for."
 
Ra'jiir , training in his barracks, sniffs the air. The his surroundings turn dark, and a red mist comes fromt he ground. As he watches the message, he chuckles. Humans...
Teenage Ra'jiir sits in his classroom, shrunken in his seat. A small human behind him pulls his long hair, and says "Does your mum make you wash the floor with this?" Laughter erupts from all around him. Ra'jiir puts his hands in his pockets so he can allow his claws to emerge from his knuckles without anyone noticing. "Hey kittydwarf! I'm talkin to you, ya furry bastard!" Ra'jiirs eyes turn blue. He wishes he was back at home, where he could relax and be with his parents.

"I will avenge my childhood.... now I have a force willing to help me...."
 
Tallon stands up, brushing himself off and walks over to pick up the blunderbuss. "Maybe you should keep this gun, Rozz." Tallon looks over to Posidem. "Understood. Although most of my magic will be useless here anyway, it's not like I can control the vines when there are none."
 
" Aye, you all don't know how to survive here effectively yet. I'll lay off the guns. I only brought them for the battle anyway."
Rozzelyn checks the orange bag, seeing his note is gone. He smiles, pleased that no one else has an ender pouch. He tosses the gun Tallon used to (insert Waffle's name here).
 
A Valyrian Officer requested I lock this so, locked.
 
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