Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20151011004211/@comment-26446054-20151019164807

"Name's Cyrnin. For now, let's leave the introduction for another time, and I'll distract the elves. All I need is a satchel of powder and a tinder-box." Cyrnin responded calmly, knowing he'd have to be careful to not be killed by this plan, as he lifted the aforementioned items from his pockets. "You'll have to fire the cannons, though."

A settler sprinted towards the pirate ship desperately.

"You there! Sailors! You have to help my family, please!" He cried out as he ran.

The Dominion sailors were now all preparing for naval conflict.

"Captain, the charges are ready." Reported a sailor.

"Good. Let's get out of the blast range, we can finish off whoever's not killed by the glass or metal." The captain replied, chuckling as the large ship sailed in the opposite direction of the island, thin rope burning away in the sand.

"What about the civilians, sir?" Asked the sailor nervously.

"Do you think they matter? We'll be saving lives with this." Inquired the captain, oblivious to the obvious bad reputation this could bring to the Summerset Isles' inhabitants.