Normally weapon technology in the empire had been one of stagnation. Most advance weaponry was outlawed. That was of course...unless it had flame attached to it. Fire was a element of pure creation, life and the eternal empress. She herself it is told taught the world how to use fire to cook its meals. So it was naturally the place where all the invention was pooled. And Blackeye himself was at the forefront of that research, supplying and paying for it out of his own pocket. This had lead to the creation of the black power musket, witch while inaccurate did back the punch needed to kill armoured battle formations. And of course that was just the beginning.
Deep below the decks the musketeers where getting themselves ready guns loaded and cannons just hidden from view with the board sides closed. Blackeye himself was standing on Brilliant dawn with his pride shining like a beacon for the rest of the officers to follow. As he passed through these dangrous tides he expected the ''Azerans'' to launch a cowardly attack. That didn't happen. Instead they asked to inspect his ships, ships loaded with trade goods.
''Lord?'' Blackeye thought for a moment....
''Kill the engines...let them on board....''
''What?''
''What do we have to hide? Its trade goods fair and simple....get me the quartermaster of this ship''
A short moment later the fleet stopped. Brilliant dawn stood in the front with Blackeye waiting patiently for the inspection.
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Well...i am vetaren now i suppose, of both the old guild, and this new guild, even if i am quite inactive now adays. I will be hosting games perhaps, when my interest flares again.
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Name: Ksirafai
''I am the jolt of thunder''
Age: 30
Race:Earth pony
Gender: Male
Background: Ksirafai (or Razor) was not a normal colt, he would and could never be a normal colt, since he wasn't born to be a run of the mill colt. No he was born in the cold north on the edge of the Equestria mountains, offspring of a master assassin (his father he would never come to know). She, almost as early as Ksirafai could walk, started to train in him the unsavoury business that was assassination. It was quite simple really, Celestia or Luna would send his mother a letter, and he would follow the institutions of that letter. It was not as horrible of a occupation as some might assume, since all the targets where on things like Changelings. The soulless vermin where at times everywhere and Ksirafai was hence also everywhere.
He enjoyed much success as a royal problem remover, and even had a few conversations with the two sisters themselves at a few points. In the great spires of canterlot however he could never feel at home, at peace or even be that calm. It was only when he was running, feeling the wind blowing through his mane and almost loosing his own breath, that he felt truly alive. Since his serves had been an intensive few years he was gifted something fairly unique from the blacksmiths of the two sisters. His mask a fairly simple construction, and a gesture of gratitude. He would forever come to wear it as a extension of his own skin, rarely removing it.
Those where the days of simplicity. Now not so much, the petrifaction of his two contract givers, the tragic and sad end of his own mother and of course his own decline in ''ignorance'' Ksirafai now is jobless and homeless, living on the road with his few possessions, making his living as a storyteller and bard. However he put even that aside now that he hears the call to serve again, this time to collect several trinkets and herbs to save the royalties. It would be a grand task....and it would be his final task
Extra: Can play the lute and sing rather decently. He is also a hooves to hooves master, preferring to disarm none-changeling foes instead of killing them, since killing is quite unhealthy for the mind. Quiet most of the time, often stands at the back of the crowd and almost always humming something unintelligible. He has yet taken of his mask to the rest of the group and when he talks through it his voice becomes muffled and strange.
''I am the jolt of thunder''
Age: 30
Race:Earth pony
Gender: Male
Background: Ksirafai (or Razor) was not a normal colt, he would and could never be a normal colt, since he wasn't born to be a run of the mill colt. No he was born in the cold north on the edge of the Equestria mountains, offspring of a master assassin (his father he would never come to know). She, almost as early as Ksirafai could walk, started to train in him the unsavoury business that was assassination. It was quite simple really, Celestia or Luna would send his mother a letter, and he would follow the institutions of that letter. It was not as horrible of a occupation as some might assume, since all the targets where on things like Changelings. The soulless vermin where at times everywhere and Ksirafai was hence also everywhere.
He enjoyed much success as a royal problem remover, and even had a few conversations with the two sisters themselves at a few points. In the great spires of canterlot however he could never feel at home, at peace or even be that calm. It was only when he was running, feeling the wind blowing through his mane and almost loosing his own breath, that he felt truly alive. Since his serves had been an intensive few years he was gifted something fairly unique from the blacksmiths of the two sisters. His mask a fairly simple construction, and a gesture of gratitude. He would forever come to wear it as a extension of his own skin, rarely removing it.
Those where the days of simplicity. Now not so much, the petrifaction of his two contract givers, the tragic and sad end of his own mother and of course his own decline in ''ignorance'' Ksirafai now is jobless and homeless, living on the road with his few possessions, making his living as a storyteller and bard. However he put even that aside now that he hears the call to serve again, this time to collect several trinkets and herbs to save the royalties. It would be a grand task....and it would be his final task
Extra: Can play the lute and sing rather decently. He is also a hooves to hooves master, preferring to disarm none-changeling foes instead of killing them, since killing is quite unhealthy for the mind. Quiet most of the time, often stands at the back of the crowd and almost always humming something unintelligible. He has yet taken of his mask to the rest of the group and when he talks through it his voice becomes muffled and strange.
Goody...Cause i am unsure what to respond. Edgeworth have your ship moved out on the water?
Do you have a link to the old one? I wanna copy paste my character
Here
Are we waiting for me or someone ells?
I am sad for RA3.
That game is the boss
That game is the boss
-De quibus fecit cælum-
The mighty port city on the empires coast had always been an jewel in the crown of the immortal empress. The city was a cornucopia of factories and industry where hot white smoke from several huge chimes, the workers working tirelessly with extracting the iron from the depths of the earth it self. Iron was indeed the main metal that the empire extracted, for it was the metal that almost everything was made out of. Wood was a thing for the rich and the priests so most houses where of steel and glass. Around the city there where massive holes in the ground made to extract sand that would burn to just that glass that built the city houses. It was indeed however diffrent here today, for several battalions of Musketeers had arrived together with Blackeye.
Blackeye was there for a reason a very simple one to boot. Since the enemies of the empire had issued an embargo he planned on seeing how ready their where. His crack-troops would join him on the ironclad vessel of ''Brilliant dawn'' together with some other warship, to protect their merchant fleet that was departing for The Great Spirits waters. Blackeye had dusted off his old Civil war armour, a fine construction that still holed up today. The ships themselves where armed with cannons and some had even been blessed with holy flame-throwers. It was a force, not strong enough to take down an entire military strike but strong enough to fight them off until they could get the fleets back in to safe waters. One of the soldiers came to Blackeye
''We are ready sir'' Blackeye seemd to watch the waves far away
''Sir?'' He turned
''If these waves be our end, i hope you have said goodbye'' The kinsmen looked rather strangely on Blackeye
''Shall we start the engines?'' Blackeye nodded and soon the boats where roaring out on open sea.
It was going to be day to remember
The mighty port city on the empires coast had always been an jewel in the crown of the immortal empress. The city was a cornucopia of factories and industry where hot white smoke from several huge chimes, the workers working tirelessly with extracting the iron from the depths of the earth it self. Iron was indeed the main metal that the empire extracted, for it was the metal that almost everything was made out of. Wood was a thing for the rich and the priests so most houses where of steel and glass. Around the city there where massive holes in the ground made to extract sand that would burn to just that glass that built the city houses. It was indeed however diffrent here today, for several battalions of Musketeers had arrived together with Blackeye.
Blackeye was there for a reason a very simple one to boot. Since the enemies of the empire had issued an embargo he planned on seeing how ready their where. His crack-troops would join him on the ironclad vessel of ''Brilliant dawn'' together with some other warship, to protect their merchant fleet that was departing for The Great Spirits waters. Blackeye had dusted off his old Civil war armour, a fine construction that still holed up today. The ships themselves where armed with cannons and some had even been blessed with holy flame-throwers. It was a force, not strong enough to take down an entire military strike but strong enough to fight them off until they could get the fleets back in to safe waters. One of the soldiers came to Blackeye
''We are ready sir'' Blackeye seemd to watch the waves far away
''Sir?'' He turned
''If these waves be our end, i hope you have said goodbye'' The kinsmen looked rather strangely on Blackeye
''Shall we start the engines?'' Blackeye nodded and soon the boats where roaring out on open sea.
It was going to be day to remember
HounderHowl said
My most recent post was huge I am sorry.
I would love for your ambassadors to meet my dragon. Can we make something work?
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