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1692, Boston
A Prussian Arms Dealer, far away from his homeland. Brings some Silvers with him to Boston Harbour. Looking to establish the New Land as his base to expand his trading empire, or what he called “Handelsreich”. He brings some tea boxes with him also. He is planning to open an arms  shop along with a Handelsreich. He sees an empty land, the first stop for his trading empire. He buys it and soon begins to head towards a blacksmith looking for an axe. He brings a card with him that shows his name, Albert Sigismund.

Observing from a forested hilltop, a hooded man with a brilliantly long beard analyzed the fledgling town, both intimidated and curious at the site. Clothes so intricate, weaponry so foreign, machinery barely understandable, and yet... these people seem so familiar. Living in communion Skraelings for so long, to once again see people with his skin color was astounding to the man. He retreated to his grass-roofed turf house, fetching his heavy furs and curling within them, committing himself to meditation.

Jeramiah woke up after a nap in the attic.
As he walked down the stairs, he was greeted by his new master. "Rise and shine kid, it's 9 o'clock. At night."
Betts lit a pipe and sat down to relax. "Why don't you go out to the tavern. Get a drink and tell some folks about this shop here." He winked.
"Alright, Betts," sighed Jeramiah. He was tired after arriving in Boston earlier. He grabbed his coat, hat, a flintlock, and his sword. "I'll be back within 3 hours."
Betts blew smoke. "Hey kid. You're gonna need money as well." Jeramiah quickly grabbed a sack of pence. "Goodbye."

Jeramiah walked down the road. His boots clicked on the ground as he looked at the harbor. He came upon a tavern called the "Drunken Hog".
Upon walking in there, it was a normal tavern. Lively, on a night so fair. Jeramiah sat down at the bar and ordered a beer. He looked over at a group of people playing cards.
He noticed that one man, who had a pile of coins on his side, seemed to be cheating. Jeramiah stealthily looked over, and noticed he had a duplicate. 
Being the type of person he was, he told the other man of the cheater. Suddenly, the cheater stood up, and pulled out a pistol. "Snitch!" He fired, killing the other gambler. Suddenly the tavern was all up in chaos. People ran around like chickens after hearing the gunshot. The cheater tried to run, but Jeramiah stabbed him with his blade before he could run to the door. The cheater even attempted to shoot Jeramiah with a spare gun, but Jeramiah shot the pistol with his own. Jeramiah then ran out, running down the street, and sprinting into the blacksmith shop.

Jeramiah decided to tell Betts what happened in the morning.

Antonio De Grande brings the lumber freshly cut to Lady Violet’s Lot having talked to the Town magistrate about where it was. He Hops off as The men unload the lumber into neat stacks. As the men walk off he waits. Enjoying the cool breeze while he waits for Lady Violet to show up. He drinks from a small flask of apple cider looking up at the cloudy sky. 

Antonio De Grande brings the lumber freshly cut to Lady Violet’s Lot having talked to the Town magistrate about where it was. He Hops off as The men unload the lumber into neat stacks. As the men walk off he waits. Enjoying the cool breeze while he waits for Lady Violet to show up. He drinks from a small flask of apple cider looking up at the cloudy sky.

"Antonio" yells violet running at antonio, she then stumbles on a stone and falls on top of antonio, they both fall to the ground. 

Antonio De Grande brings the lumber freshly cut to Lady Violet’s Lot having talked to the Town magistrate about where it was. He Hops off as The men unload the lumber into neat stacks. As the men walk off he waits. Enjoying the cool breeze while he waits for Lady Violet to show up. He drinks from a small flask of apple cider looking up at the cloudy sky.

"Antonio" yells violet running at antonio, she then stumbles on a stone and falls on top of antonio, they both fall to the ground.

Antonio Blinks as the woman crashes into him unsure how to React at first he pauses. He looks at her Checking if she is okay. "Ms. Violet. Are you okay?" 

He Sits up holding her lightly. "Careful. The Cobble stone is wet from the rain."

As the man meditated in his furs, his altered state of mind was abruptly interrupted by the sudden, sharp sounds of gunfire. Peaking his eyes out from underneath, he saw that he was in no immediate danger. At that point, however, he resolved that he must confront the mystery of this new settlement, these people.

Antonio Blinks as the woman crashes into him unsure how to React at first he pauses. He looks at her Checking if she is okay. "Ms. Violet. Are you okay?"

He Sits up holding her lightly. "Careful. The Cobble stone is wet from the rain."

Waking up before the sun rose that morning, the man prepared his chainmail armor, dawned his ancestral helmet, and equipped his round shield and bearded axe before leaving his home, wandering through the forest until he came upon a clearing that was once but an extension of the forest. In this clearing, he saw two people, one woman who looked ornate and regal in dress at a level of sophistication that he's never seen, and the other a man wearing commoner clothing. 

He listened to their conversation, their language indecipherable to the man. However, at bravery's behest, he knew he had to do something. Standing up straight, he emerged from the cover of the foliage, approaching the couple.

As the man meditated in his furs, his altered state of mind was abruptly interrupted by the sudden, sharp sounds of gunfire. Peaking his eyes out from underneath, he saw that he was in no immediate danger. At that point, however, he resolved that he must confront the mystery of this new settlement, these people.

Antonio Blinks as the woman crashes into him unsure how to React at first he pauses. He looks at her Checking if she is okay. "Ms. Violet. Are you okay?"

He Sits up holding her lightly. "Careful. The Cobble stone is wet from the rain."

Waking up before the sun rose that morning, the man prepared his chainmail armor, dawned his ancestral helmet, and equipped his round shield and bearded axe before leaving his home, wandering through the forest until he came upon a clearing that was once but an extension of the forest. In this clearing, he saw two people, one woman who looked ornate and regal in dress at a level of sophistication that he's never seen, and the other a man wearing commoner clothing.

He listened to their conversation, their language indecipherable to the man. However, at bravery's behest, he knew he had to do something. Standing up straight, he emerged from the cover of the foliage, approaching the couple.

Antonio Looks at the man a bit shocked. Noticing the Armor he seems confused. He keeps A eye on Violet. “Can I help you sir?” He says in broken danish with a deep Spanish accent hoping the odd Viking man speaks danish. The Time spent trading with the Caribbean Colonies as a boy giving him a chance to somewhat learn languages of the colonies.

Antonio Looks at the man a bit shocked. Noticing the Armor he seems confused. He keeps A eye on Violet. “Can I help you sir?” He says in broken danish with a deep Spanish accent hoping the odd Viking man speaks danish. The Time spent trading with the Caribbean Colonies as a boy giving him a chance to somewhat learn languages of the colonies.

The mysterious man, as if not looking shocked enough, looked even more so, the Danish that Antonio spoke sounding so familiar yet so foreign.

Picking up the sentence, if not because of the simple grammar, he responded in Old Norse, "Where are you from? All of you?"

Antonio Looks at the man a bit shocked. Noticing the Armor he seems confused. He keeps A eye on Violet. “Can I help you sir?” He says in broken danish with a deep Spanish accent hoping the odd Viking man speaks danish. The Time spent trading with the Caribbean Colonies as a boy giving him a chance to somewhat learn languages of the colonies.

The mysterious man, as if not looking shocked enough, looked even more so, the Danish that Antonio spoke sounding so familiar yet so foreign.

Picking up the sentence, if not because of the simple grammar, he responded in Old Norse, "Where are you from? All of you?"

Antonio barely understood the old Norse but responded with one word. “Europe.” 
He looks confused at the clearly Norse man speaking a strange language.

Antonio barely understood the old Norse but responded with one word. “Europe.”
He looks confused at the clearly Norse man speaking a strange language.

The man cocked his head in confusion, not understanding that word whatsoever. He stayed silent for a moment, before squatting onto the ground. Using the tip of his index finger, he drew lines into the coarse dirt, these lines eventually resembling a misshapen, but recognizable Europe. Finishing the British Isles, he then draws a circle around the drawing and points to it, asking, "Midgard?"

Antonio barely understood the old Norse but responded with one word. “Europe.”
He looks confused at the clearly Norse man speaking a strange language.

The man cocked his head in confusion, not understanding that word whatsoever. He stayed silent for a moment, before squatting onto the ground. Using the tip of his index finger, he drew lines into the coarse dirt, these lines eventually resembling a misshapen, but recognizable Europe. Finishing the British Isles, he then draws a circle around the drawing and points to it, asking, "Midgard?"

Violet looks at the drawing on the floor and they nods to the man. She then looks to Antonio and says “what should we do about him, he kinda looks dangerous but at the same time harmless”

Antonio barely understood the old Norse but responded with one word. “Europe.”
He looks confused at the clearly Norse man speaking a strange language.

The man cocked his head in confusion, not understanding that word whatsoever. He stayed silent for a moment, before squatting onto the ground. Using the tip of his index finger, he drew lines into the coarse dirt, these lines eventually resembling a misshapen, but recognizable Europe. Finishing the British Isles, he then draws a circle around the drawing and points to it, asking, "Midgard?"

Violet looks at the drawing on the floor and they nods to the man. She then looks to Antonio and says “what should we do about him, he kinda looks dangerous but at the same time harmless”

Antonio barely understood the old Norse but responded with one word. “Europe.”
He looks confused at the clearly Norse man speaking a strange language.

The man cocked his head in confusion, not understanding that word whatsoever. He stayed silent for a moment, before squatting onto the ground. Using the tip of his index finger, he drew lines into the coarse dirt, these lines eventually resembling a misshapen, but recognizable Europe. Finishing the British Isles, he then draws a circle around the drawing and points to it, asking, "Midgard?"

Antonio smiles. “Yes Midgard.”

*He looks at Violet smiling.* “He does not seem hostile My lady. He reminds me of a Viking tale I Used to hear. Of the failed colony of Vinland.

OOC: not sure if I'm entirely doing this right, but I wanna say I'm leaving the rp so don't reply to any old posts please!

Albert Sigismund finds the famous Blacksmith Karl von Hamburg after travelling. He introduced himself in Berlin German
“Hello, I am Albert Sigismund von Preußen, a Prussian arms dealer. If you want to contact me, here it is! I would like you to forge me an axe, a strong one. So that I can go to the nearest forest and chop some trees. Here I brought some iron for you,” He took out iron from his heavy bag, “How many silver that will be?”

Karl von Hamburg responds with a Hamburger Accent in German, “That will be 20 silvers, please.”

“Alright!”, he takes out his shiny silvers from his heavy bag, “I expected more than this, actually.”

“Only because you are a German like me.”

After a while, Karl finally forges a sharp iron axe. He brings out a wood piece, “Perhaps you can try it on this wood?” Albert quickly chops the wood into pieces. He feels that the axe doesn’t affect his speed. He easily cut it into 2 pieces, “Thank you for this masterpiece, Bruder. Nice to meet you.”

“You too!”

He brings his large bag, iron axe, and begins to go to a nearby Black Forest, “Oh that looks like that one in Hessen… Is this the Hessen Black Forest? There have some really good wood!” He excitedly brings his iron axe, running with his bag shaking, “JA! JA! DAS IST GUT!” He chops a lot of tree with the axe. He uses his large bag to obtain the heavy timber. Though it’s heavy, he goes back to his shop, with a tired face while sweating… 

“In Berlin I only need to plan for my Handelsreich but not actually doing it… Luckily no one opens a shop in my location, time to build my shop!”, He adjusts the pillars and structure of the shop, after finishing the base structure, he starts to put a Prussian Banner on his shop, indeed proud of his Vaterland. He also adds black-yellow-red stripes, the three colours of the German Fatherland. He finally finishes his decorations and so he begins to add up the walls. He successfully builds his shop, “Beautiful, I am glad my brother will come later to achieve our Handelsreich!”