H.M.S. Godfrey

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The Documents of Duke Throdo Therving; 'H.M.S. GODFREY;' IMPERIAL FLEET; ADMIRAL BOIENDL THERVING SILVERBLADE

Duke Throdo Therving sits in his manor, lights dimmed, and the night looms over the Town of Ager. He looks upon many notices, evictions, and tax forms scattered on his desk. Sighing he slumps down into his chair and twirls the great ring upon his finger. Upon slumping into his chair he turns to watch the moon float in the air above him, as he looks down he notices a dark figure riding towards his manor. Throdo stands to see Admiral Boiendl's silly little hat in the darkness. Throdo takes his hat from the stand and places it upon his head. He opens the door to see his father Boiendl, still wrinklin' like the nether. Boiendl pets his horse and ties it off to a post.

"Ah, Lord Therving, we have much to discuss," Boiendl says as he walks in and rests in the chair.

"What is it your holyness? What does thou need to discuss now in the dead of night?" replys Throdo when he sits on the opposite end of the table.

"Son, I must show you something incredible, my stupid serfs have finally gave me somthing worth our time!" Boiendl says as he uncovers a scroll from within his robes. "This which lies within' my fingers is the greatest war machine of our time son."

Boiendl opens the scroll and shows a magnificient design, a design so great it is like it fell from the heavens to a serf.

All over the Dukedom, serfs gather in lines for jobs for the new ship to be built, many are enlisted and construction begins..

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.