Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190212203629

The Lord Admiral was sitting back, smoking a cigar as he inspected the map still. He looked up at Elias and arched an eyebrow. “Is there something wrong, Prince Elias?”

“I only received a few rockets with it. I tried to recreate them with the materials I have here, but I don’t know too much about black powder weapons, much less fireworks. If you find a Mist COntinent craftsmen or merchant, I’m sure they’d be able to answer your questions.”

Every soldier with an axe scrambled to the largest tree, which would be just close enough to fall onto the shield and destroy it.

“A messenger will send a note to them of your situation and provide them with anything they need until your release. They will not be harmed by anyone or anything, and they and the estate shall be under my protection. You have my word.”