Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26288702-20180310221203/@comment-26288702-20180327031047

Both Acheron and Alburn watch as Prad walks off. Alburn turns to Acheron with a confused face.

“One minute he’s spitting lightening, the next he’s a shiverin mess. Guy’s a strange bird.” Alburn shrugs, to which Acheron stoically shakes his head yes.

“Anyways. You can thank Renwick the master alchemist and engineer at the Council’s citadel. He took the original design of this old single shot powder rifle, and added this bolt to it. By pulling back on this bolt the rifle ejects these casings. These are the real beauty of it. These casings hold the shot. No longer do I added powder, the shot, and cram it all down and light a fuse. Now I pull back on the bolt, slide the shot in, and pull the trigger.”

“The best part about this gun and the ammo it shoots, is that Renwick used alchemy to make me a vast array of rounds that have different effects. All of which you’ll see in time. But marksmanship and rifles are a growing means of war, how long before we have entire armies outfitted with these things?” Alburn runs his hand across the rifle. He looks up to Praetor and pauses in thought.