[h3]Narkissa Langdon[/h3]


[@Rune_Alchemist]

Narkissa unconsciously kept her eyebrow raised as the man kept going on in what seemed to be an overly enthusiastic demeanor. Friendly, but a bit excessively so for a stranger, no? She quickly latched on to what he was saying nonetheless. Other one? Mortal…? 
Oh no. Was this another god? She wasn’t sure if she liked propositions from deities.
[b]
“Well, I’m listening,” [/b]she finally said, carefully. [b]“I doubt any one thing can provide such a fairy tale ending, though,” [/b]she decided to point out.

Black-haired girl? Lazhira? Misaki? Nobunaga? If one of them turned it down, it could be a trap—

The man unrolled his scroll, and Narkissa was able to get a glimpse of it. It looked very much like a gun. In fact, with the long tube and trigger mechanism, there was really no mistaking it as anything other than an object that at least acted like a gun. That definitely got her attention, but not enough for her to immediately dive for the scroll or even accept it. After all, designing a rudimentary firearm was easy enough. All you needed was a metal tube with an end closed off, and wouldn’t explode under the pressure of gunpowder.

But therein was the hard part—making the gunpowder, and a tube sufficiently strong enough that it wouldn’t explode. The gunpowder wasn’t too unreasonable—all you needed was the right ratio of sulfur, charcoal, and saltpeter, and you had to know how to properly corn it. Narkissa knew the ratios the larger European powers used during the age of sail—there was actually a surprising amount of variation. The metallurgy to make a barrel that wouldn’t result in a large grenade, however… Making an actual gun –full sized cannon—was very easy. It could be done with bronze-age technology; the same techniques to cast bronze statues worked for creating bronze cannon. Making a handheld weapon… was almost impossible without the proper metallurgical knowledge, and the world she had seen thus far hadn’t demonstrated the ability to forge strong enough iron. 

Then the question was, would a god know?

At the very least, a gun didn't usually bring a happy ending.

[b]“I can’t say it’s not tempting,”[/b] she admitted.[b] “I think some introductions would be in order, first. I’m Narkissa. You are…? If you don’t mind, I’d like to ask you a few more questions.”[/b] She glanced back at the scroll. [b]“What is the Moonless? And what girl were you talking about? That project of yours [i]might[/i] be something that I’d be able to help you with, but you have a very ambitious design there, friend. If you can tell me what materials you need and what specific sort of help, then I’ll be able to know if I can help you,”[/b] she offered, cautiously.