Imported Guns

Imported Guns


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  • +1 to modernisation (clan development)
  • +3 to the accuracy of artillery units


Lightning flickers,

The night sky aflame and bright.

The cherry tree falls.

A man wakes to find that all he thought solid has faded, like mist. All that he held to be unchanging has, like potter's clay, been moulded by new hands. In such a world, the man takes stock of what is new and then, once it has been found useful, he grasps it tightly: the new must become the familiar, no matter what the source, no matter what the cost. If this is not done, what will his neighbour do?