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[filiusenox]

William smiles at Thomas.
"Yes, thats right...peace is an interlude between wars, not the other way around. And even if you have a long enough peace, criminals and murderers kill and steal or  the people rebel against the peace."

"Preachers say that peace must be found by nice words and talking it out, but they don't take into account that darkness that is in men souls. I've found out the hard way...the only real peace is one enforced and pressed upon the people. There is no Utopia if no men and women fight to sustain it, if no men and women die for it, if no men and women kill for it. I'm fighting to build a Utopia of the world, to make it peaceful and rich."

William's eyes don't blaze with an internal fire, but rather stare off into the distance, unseeing.

[Fanofgaming]

"Admirable enough, I suppose. I don't expect you to succeed in this lifetime, with respect. At any rate, though, it sounds noble. I'll serve you without complaint.

[filiusenox]

William seems moderately annoyed at the "not in your lifetime comment".
"How old are you?"

[Fanofgaming]

"I'm twenty-one, sir."

[filiusenox]

"When's your birthday?"

[Fanofgaming]

Thomas looks confused. "The thirteenth of April. Why?"

[filiusenox]

"Oh good, I don't have to worry about getting you a gift for a few more months. What special talents do you possess?"

[Fanofgaming]

"You wouldn't want me to show you here. I suppose I'll do so when we land."

[filiusenox]

"You could just tell me what these skills are now and then prove them on land later."

[Fanofgaming]

"I'd rather wait until we're on land, if it's all the same, sir."

[filiusenox]

"Allrighty then. Do you have any personal defence training or experience?"

[Fanofgaming]

"Not really. I've used a sword before, but not much."

[CyberGenesis]

Ite studies the gun and draws a detailed schematic of it. Then he reads through the instructions and attempts to divine the purpose of each part. Once he has done so, he sketches the individual bits and pieces of the gun.

[3] You feel comfortable with the device that you can dismantle and reassemble it given time and proper tools. When you've managed to do this a few times, you start to sketch all the pieces of the device over several pages of parchment.

Thomas begins to practice his magic (specifically, control) in secret.

((Given the was 3 weeks ago, i made a few rolls for it))

You spend many nights attempting to learn better control of your talents. The hardest part is doing so without anyone finding out, [5/4/3/4/2] which you seem quite capable of doing, being interrupted only once. Eventually you manage a number of successes(+20,10,20,10) and only burning yourself that one time (-10). You're getting better, just slowly...

Skill Progression:
Spellcasting (Control): 0 [50/100]

Continue doing nothing of note.

[6+2] You're apparently very skilled at doing nothing. You do it so well that people think you're a mythical beast of patience and self-control.

Agree to the merchant's proposal and take his goods to Vasir.

[5] The goods from the merchant are sold at a decent price. For what was apparently a few crates of Iron, the contact the merchant had dropped a bag of coins off with you totalling 4.42d. The port's dockmaster already took taxes from the totals. The dockmaster looked at the merchant's contact rather questioningly given the cargo he purchased. The merchant had sent a man with you to collect the 4d spent on the goods provided, who took his master's cut, leaving you [5] 1.2d. Apparently he was instructed to pay the sales taxes for you provided you made good time to Vasir

Spoiler: Holdings (click to show/hide)

3.41d
Light Warship, Holds: 1, Move: 4/6

Order ships to set sail for the island. Send a messenger bird to the Emperor's Court with the message attached.

You decided to make for the island before dispatching the bird, hoping that it would remember the way back. [4] Even making best speed and tailwinds, it will be weeks before the bird ever reaches the Emperor - if at all. You figure you won't see a reply until at least spring

[Taricus]

Throne room:

"...Right. Well, considering those nobles are leaving me alone for a while, may as well see the peasants and such..."

Grant audiences to the people, and see if there is any pressing problems or concerns.

[Ardas]

With Avitus leaving the room, Nikephoros went back to his notes. The organisation of the campaign was a standard fare, but there were other projects, mainly the reform, and those notes had to be written if the army was to perform. With good fortune and guns on the side, Ligoria should become a prime power in the Storm Coast within next couple of years.

By late afternoon he had received another visitor.

"Baron Thunderblade, welcome. As I understand you wanted to discuss the war plan with me, yes? I myself thought that something like a war council was necessary, but unfortunately the queen refuses accept any gathering of more than two people advising her at once. So here we are. any particular insights, worries or anything you want me to know?"