Purpose Chancing a little walk through Celianor, my character came across something grim. A great monstrosity of blackened metal protruding dreadfully past the otherwise pristine white walls of the city like a knobby finger. This terrible creation of which I speak was a cannon. A characteristically dwed/human construct that projected nosily and detracted from the elven theme of the city.  This submission, which has hitherto been written up as I am writing this as a foreword, will hopefull