Dark Ages THE END

[Malevolent Stranger]

"Ragh.. Christ." -Alix awakes, walking into the forest, where, if anyone was paying attention (which they weren't as I forgot to type yesterday) a tiny amount of smoke had been protruding all night-

"Breakfast.. is ser- GAH! FUCK! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!" -Alix looks to Myrrdin, before pulling out a combat knife. Anyone looking over his back notices a rather large amount of smoked deer over his sholders-

 

[CosmicCommander]

"Calm down, are you not a man?? Stop writhing!" Said Myrrdin to Jaxon

As Alix pulled out a Combat knife, Steven shouted,
"Wait, he is our friend! He means no harm!"

 

[Malevolent Stranger]

-Growls- "If you insist. Breakfast time." -Tosses them each a ration of meat, quite a bit being left over-

 

[MasterSqueak]

Eric blinked, before grinning.

"The Romans? And how are they doing, do you know?"

If this was the early Roman Empire, that would mean he and his fellow timetravellers are the only ones in the world with knowledge of gunpowder.

He caught his meat and got to eating.

 

[CosmicCommander]

"No, they left due to their own empire destroying itself, they have gone forever, never to return, this land has been left now in a state of Anarchy, every day one warlord's men fight with another, all bidding to control this land, only Arthur seems to have any stability..." trailed Myrrdin.

 

[Malevolent Stranger]

"I'll be back.." -Alix charges back into the forest. There's another stabbing noise, the noise of skinning. There's no noise afterwords, Alix shows back up a half hour later, holding another skin and more meat. He begins to make a fire, tossing the meat in, seeming to be cooking it a certan way.-

 

[CosmicCommander]

"Goodness! How can that man... Alix is it? Possess such strength?!" Cried Steven

 

[Malevolent Stranger]

"Get strong or get lost. Motto of my trainers." -Alix grins in a lionlike way at Stephen-
"Wait till I start trainin' you so you can survive without my bein' around. You'll learn'a do this kind'a stuff shortly." -Alix continues cooking the meat-

 

[Jav3lin]

Jaxon ate up the meat and noticed something far in the distance.

So ... Myrdin, is there a town nearby? I think we should get moving and find some civilization .... And some real food before it's dark again, don't you agree?

 

[Malevolent Stranger]

"Meh. May well be a good idea, I suppose. And this is as good of food as you'll get around here, I imgaine, Jaxon." -Alix pulled the meat, which appears to have been smoke cooked. He then walked over to his tent, placed all the remaining meat inside it, and tied the deerskin tent around his stick. forming a runaway-esque sack full of food. He also put on his white undershirt and black hoodie-

 

[MasterSqueak]

Eric stood up.

"What would be the name of this island?"

 

[jad4400]

James looked at Eric and Myrrdin

"Guys....... I think we are in Britannia." He sa the confused look in many of the groups eyes (except Myrdin) "Guys...We're in ancient England!"

 

[MasterSqueak]

Eric cheered.

"Whoo! Gunpowder hasn't been discovered yet! Keep an eye out for the ingredients! Okay, we need an axe to cut us some wood, a pick to mine us some iron and steel, and a smelting furnace..."

He trailed off.

 

[CosmicCommander]

"Correct, this is Britain. The nearest township you ask? It's Ryna; I was on my way their to meet with my assistent, you may come along, if you wish." Said Myrrdin "By the way, what on Earth is that maniac talking about?"

 

[jad4400]

"Oh no, Eric get your ass back here. We are not going to conqure the Earth with guns!!!" he yelled

He turned to Myrrid "That guy want to try and build enough guns to take over, but trust me when I say this, assembling a working gun is way harder than he thinks it is, at best he can hope to assemble a horrably inaccurate musket."

"Anyways, you said that the Romans left here when you were a kid so." James pickes up a stick and writes the number 410 "According to history the Romans left Britan in 410 A.D" He turned to Myrrid "Thats four hundred and ten years after the birth of Jesus." he then draws the number 2012 to the right of the 410 "Our group came from the year 2012 A.D. Given your description of the land Myrrid, right now this is atleast thirty years after the Romans left. So so myrrid if my math is right than my group has just travled one thousand five hundred and seventy two years into the past."

 

[MasterSqueak]

Eric was drawing in the dirt as well, only he was assembling a rough map of Britain from what he had seen on globes and maps.

"How about a breach-loading cannon? At least a flintlock pistol?"

 

[CosmicCommander]

"I am confused, but I am tolerant, your way of speaking is peculiar, to say the least, please, whn you are ready, we shall begin our journey to Ryna. And please, Eric? Is it? Stop babbling, or the people at Ryna will declare you a madman..."

 

[MasterSqueak]

Eric was mumbling to himself as he stared at the map.

"Gunpowder...muskets...cavalry charge...cannon...grapeshot...America..."

He looked up.

"Did someone say something?"

 

[Jav3lin]

Jaxon tapped Myrridin's shoulder.
Good work on that shoulder, i can barely feel it! It's like morhpine!

Jaxon cocked his 9mm and placed it into his gunbelt, but then, he looked at his MP5.

Say, is there a stable, by any chance in Ryna?
Jaxon said with a glimpse of a plot in his eye.

 

[Malevolent Stranger]

"Guys." -Alix produces a beautiful black .44 from the inside of his kevlar vest, the grip appears to be hand crafted, the metal of the barrel seems to be created by a true master gunsmith. Alix seems to be incredibly proud of this-