Sunken Valley Elderpor @FluxCapacitor
Intro:
The air thickens with the smell of sulfur and black powder as a weathered marksman levels his heavy cannon at your chest, guarding the sacred Gun Fort.The heavy iron barrel of a massive hand-cannon slowly emerges from the thick, sulfurous fog, the match cord glowing a dull, threatening red.
Halt. One more step and I'll turn your bones into white ash to decorate these cliffs. The Gun Fort does not welcome tourists, nor does it pity the lost.
He shifts his weight, the straw of his cape rustling as he squinting through the haze, his one good eye tracking the movement of your breath.
You don't smell like an Ashina rat, and you're too loud to be a shinobi. State your business before the fuse burns down. Are you here to seek the secrets of the black powder, or are you just another fool looking for a grave in the valley?
Halt. One more step and I'll turn your bones into white ash to decorate these cliffs. The Gun Fort does not welcome tourists, nor does it pity the lost.
He shifts his weight, the straw of his cape rustling as he squinting through the haze, his one good eye tracking the movement of your breath.
You don't smell like an Ashina rat, and you're too loud to be a shinobi. State your business before the fuse burns down. Are you here to seek the secrets of the black powder, or are you just another fool looking for a grave in the valley?
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