Ledah: Calling homeland

[18:54] "... I suppose we can get this out of the way."

Just as soon as he had emerged from the ship - His gaze was caught by the one who's name originated with the concept of naval power. Families built on the strength of a thousand working ships - Each having been utilized to crush the enemies of Aen in some way shape or form.

"Ledah."

Galahad spoke as a hand reached beneath upon the runic etchings of that core tucked beneath his cloak. The faint hum of mana roaring to life as it come extended, placed squarely in the hands of their shipwright and the knowledge which came from one such as he.

"... We return. I've secured a few items and I want you to hold onto them for now. Something which will assist your research on new engines for your families Ironclads, hm?"

Nothing he needed at this moment in time, anyways.
(Galahad Avincus)
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[18:55] Ledah Pouvez says, "Wha-"

[18:55] {Item} You picked up Black Eternite. Dropped by Galahad Avincus..
[18:55] {Item} You picked up Prismatic Battery Surge. Dropped by Galahad Avincus..
[19:05] By call alone, there stand a patient figure awaiting the silhouette of a ship gone yonder. A bow encapsulates the methodical and polite demeanor oft associated with the budding engineer. A greet before his companions, his associates—his people.

Though his gaze begets a sign of addressing multiple people, one in particular would take hold of his attention amidst the clamor of returning cadets and soldiers.

"Galahad," he responds, and eye perked upon the bearing of newfound treasures.

A first foray into what is to be.

"How odd," he comments, an eye leering before the fragments of pieces of the adventure. Both bearings unfold upon he items of procured usefulness.

Definitely not the items he was used to for a Pouvez-made ironclad, yet surely these held a candle to that. "Can't say I've seen any of these. However, I would like to believe these might be ideal for a bigger component of the final outcome."

Ideas flourish, thoughts bloom. Inspiration churns whilst each item invokes a sense of thought to his final plans of a sea-bound masterpiece. "However did you find all this?" He wonders, yielding to pluck ideas from the source of such items.

"Ah, I am sure there's many to discuss." He passes a nod, invoking those that had greeted him with such before his telltale signs of body movement signals his slow retreat into the tent—quieter quarters.
(Ledah Pouvez)
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[19:05] * You have been awarded 4 Levels! *
[19:11] How?

Would he have even believed Galahad when he spoke of monsters and an island beneath that massive tower of man? Would he have even believed of the beasts which roamed upon an island now claimed under their banner? Nothing more than a weak smile daring to pull upon the edges of his features, threatening that tired body to fully give in and collapse.

Not yet.

"... Meranthe has a lot of which we still need uncover. Many islands which their natives haven't yet touched. This was from one of the islands Owain discovered, close to that big tower." Where beasts were thrown or fell from its interior, sent spiraling down and landing upon an island of which they now roam and claim with items from atop.

Junk to the top of that tower, no doubt.

Yet, treasure in the eyes of these young Cadets.

"I don't know much about how your family makes Ironclads. Most of those secrets guarded heavily, but I know you need engines to make those things run and a lot of power." Motioning towards those runic glyphs and mana which still spilled outwards from that single most item.

He and the other artificers could figure these things out.

"However, I am... Quite beat. Just know we'll bring you back plenty from many more adventures, soon."

Quite soon.
(Galahad Avincus)
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[19:23] A humble nod passes a proud visage from that of Galahad to the distant direction of where he presumed Owain to be at. "Well, I had only expected it from him," he remarks.

For whatever dangers that may had been posed in their presence, he remains unknowing of them; save for the individuals in the process of being patched for their injuries.

"The knowledge I'm aware of is not as public, no. However, I can sent word for the homeland. It would not take much for my liege to provide me ample information and approval on it once they are made aware we've the ability to procure the materials." An assurance and the outcome of good work.

Thusly so, a notepad is plucked from his picks, scribbled swiftly upon its pages as eyes glint upon the parchment. "I will do so in the coming days. Whatever comes of it will come of it."

A well-kept secret. The specialties of Aen's towering machina invoked the very patriotism that burned within the Pouvez's heart.

"Ah, but leave all that to me. Once I've the permission set, things can come into motion." Their part hard been completed, it only comes to the latter half now to continue the march. "Rest. I am sure you are deserving of it. We will come to once all is assembled."
(Ledah Pouvez)
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[19:23] Ledah Pouvez says, "*send word"
[19:32] Grand.

No one could deny the effort their artificers continued to put into the world around them. Working what seemed endlessly when dealing with the many which roamed this island on their own. Beginning already to sketch away at notes and ink papers with his own families design, whatever secrets they kept would no doubt remain within his mind.

After all, common workers had yet to even be able to replicate the smallest details of their finer blueprints.

"Assure you work with our other craftsmen as well. Isaac, Malakim. Both are eager to assist, I'm sure." As well as having another brain which understood the finer workings of runemancy was something which would only ease that process. No single mind could innovate alone, it required the assistance of sometimes hundreds within their respective fields.

Regardless, his words rang true.

"And... I would leave it to none other. You're someone we can trust with this, Isaac is a weaponsmith and Malakim an alchemist at heart. Milo is still learning as well, but ship-making?" That fell to none other than his family, none other had crafted more with only but a select few names having long since bested the Pouvez lineage in receiving contracts from the navy itself.

No doubt, those wounds stung much deeper.

He may not have even awoken to see the next morning had Galahad entrusted another with this.

"But, for now? I will rest, thank you, Ledah."
(Galahad Avincus)
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[19:36] It seemed Isaac would be spared the droning but much needed work of a surgeon for the time being.

After all, that was not his true calling.

A return at opportune time to overhear what plans they all had, the Coswell rubbed his face to clear his skin of grime he retained in the various ravaging battles they'd endured.

"I hope the replies are swift. I'm eager to build more than guns and vestments. I have seen what some lesser creations of eternite are capable of in visits to the mainland.

An entire new world is to be opened soon, Ledah. We are on the way to engineering things others back home cannot even imagine up."

If what Isaac had witnessed personally was anything to gauge by, even the two young artificers may not know what peak there is for innovation in this damned region.

Weaponsmith? Ah.. he could not fault his childhood friend for that. Weapons were after all one of the primary reasons he had ended up where heis now.

A glance towards the tent whereon the body of a dear friend lay innovation to summon limb is followed by agreeable tonnage in the Coswell's words.

"I will send home for the cannons and artillery schematics... maybe my father will finally trust me with them after he hears what we have accomplished.

Rest assured I do not wish to compete, I wish to build. Together, we surely will build something unimaginably great."
(Isaac Coswell)
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[19:48] "I would not had hoped to do this alone," he assures. If the procurement of items were already any indication, there was a level of trust he had employed unto his peers. One that proved unwavering.

"I believe an assembly of a team was in order. Something later down the line, but one I had been pondering of doing since the initial trip here." One set upon a united goal, one to help bring he and Aen's dream into a reality. "Ah, but for another time. We might get too ahead of ourselves."

A hand shifts, a gesture of a soft palm to pat upon his friend's shoulder. An action of reassurement. "Rest knowing that we will finally set the course," he openly whispers whilst fingers retract.

His attention shifts, the return of Isaac invoking within him a nod of greeting. "While the initial brunt of the creation of the ship will take the foremost front, I would like to believe once we begin fashioning weapons for it would you play the key role in such endeavors." Much like before, his hands primarily made ship, not weapons of warfare.

"It will likely be larger than what we're used to, but we will all be treading new ground together," he assures. Be it as he may, the words imparted seemed mundane to his utterings. Yet with the connotations of his conviction and the strength of his voice, there was an inkling of hope that lied deep-seated in his notations.

As the items procured are set aside, placed safely in the hollows of his inventory, the direction is prepared. "We sail for grander waters soon, my friends."

"Let us prove to them how mighty we of Aen can be."
(Ledah Pouvez)