String fullTitle = "ASOIAF Reincarnation Quest: A Male Powder Fantasy, Thread #19";
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String comment = "ASOIAF Reincarnation Quest: A Male Powder Fantasy, Thread #19
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12th month of 289 AC
Armament – Pair of Flintlock pistols, an Imperial Sabre, Mastercrafted Flintlock Rifle
Protection – Commissar's Uniform with a Proofed Breastplate
Personal funds - 2238 Gold Dragons
After days of sailing, you came to a split in the river, the fleet starts moving through a hilly terrain.
As the ship moves forward, the hills seem to grow larger and larger and the sky grows darker and darker until finally you are in a deep and damp valley beneath stormy skies.
The Wet and Cold wind struck flesh like a cat o nine tails as the rain began pouring from the sky like blood from a stuck pig. The Men screamed out to each other, only to have their voices drowned by the howling of the wind as the rowers pushed forwards.
Soon you saw what the screaming was about with your own eyes. There were ships coming towards you upriver and through your lenses you saw that the sailors of those vessels were wearing human limbs over their shoulders and bones on their forearms and breasts as if it were armor, each waving around ill kept and ill manufactured weapons.
More ships filled with the savage men descended from the now mountainous hills, their ships pushing aside the mud as they picked up speed.
The Wood cracked like thunder when they clashed with the ships behind you, causing the defenders to fall down on the deck like a house of cards.
Before they managed to pick themselves up, the killers began butchering the crew that were still down.
Your eyes turned towards the ships heading your way. You'd need to break on through in order to survive this ordeal. Meet violence with violence.
As the ships clashed, the skies lighted up with lightning. The Attackers of the first ship fell overboard to the violent river whilst the second one struck to your side, throwing hooks to tie you into their vessel as thunder roared from the skies.
When the men poured aboard, Lucan pulled out his pistols with a confident look on his face, followed by the terror of realizing that neither of them would discharge as the wild man's axe split his skull uncaringly.
You knew how this would end. You have seen this before. You've dreamt this before many nights.
You knew the only thing you could do, what you had to do.
Diving to the wooden cabin aboard the vessel, you looked for the spark of light that still remained within the darkness and violence around and violently threw the ashes into the powder keg, hoping there was an ember left in there, before finally giving it a kick.
There was a bright flash in the darkness and you felt your soul separating from your body once more."