Level 1 - (7/10) EXP
Location: 1-1, Master of Masters Mushroom Mercantile Market
Word Count: 348 

Centurion looked intently at Micheal as he explained the mechanics of the gun. His face lit up underneath his helmet as he said a word that was familiar to him. Gunpowder! The Wu Lin to the far east had used it for fireworks, and he believed his good friend Charles used a similar conconction in his so called "bombs", but those seemed rather ineffectual. 

[color=f26522]"Fascinating. This device allows one to be powerful in combat with little physical skill. I imagine this has had disastrous consequences on the moral fiber of your lands, Micheal, but I am glad to have you here alongside us. This should prove useful. I will take cover if our enemies have the same devices. Perhaps you could explode at them, causing THEM to take cover, and then I take the moment to move closer. They may be able to hide from your bullets, but they cannot hide from my blade."[/color]

Blazermate appeared and extrapolated. Centurion startled. [color=f26522]"Two hundred thousand rounds!? By the Pope! What a horrible world, where crooked, undisciplined men with evil in their hearts an bring about such destruction! Where I live, even the most barbarous Vikings have a code to live by."[/color] He reflected on his life for a moment, before looking back at his new friends.

[color=f26522]"Well, thank you for the information. I shall keep this in mind as we continue onwards."[/color] Then, they approached the so called Master of Masters and listened to his speech. Agoston was learning many things, apparently. Spirits, Galeem, the journey ahead was long and treacherous, and they would need to grow in power. The magic in this realm would allow them to expand their skills much faster than the years of training and a life-time of combat, which was good.

Agoston had a terrible thought. [color=f26522]"This light...you think it may have consumed everything? Everywhere? All the lands in all the realms, across all the stars in the sky? This Galeem? Not just myself?"[/color] He said. His voice was had a tinge of worry in it.