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Lucas

Lucas dove into the cold, arrow covered sand, as he and his company were underfire from desert renegade bandits. He watched as arrows fired. He knew the desert tribe had great archers, but not anyone of them knew how to swordfight. Lucas called out to one of the archers on in his company.

"Hey! Distract them while I run up and put an end to them!"

The archer nodded as he fired arrows randomly towards the bandits, while Lucas snuck around the sand dunes and was effectively able to take out most of the archers, though one shot him in his left, mechanical arm, rendering it useless. The remainder took off on a frigate, which the archers in the company had lit ablaze with an excessive amount of flaming arrows. The fire spread rapidly, as the men onboard were smart enough to jump off. The men were briefly taken captive.

"Well, I guess that's the end of these guys." Stated Lucas while he gestured towards the brig. "Anyways, let's set sail for home! There is a parade we are to attend!"

Lucas went into the captain cabin of the ship, and spoke with the engineer inside.

"Could you fix my arm here?" Raising his left shoulder slightly and showing his left arm, made of carbon steel. The engineer had a look at it, then began to tinker with it. The engineer said Lucas could take a short rest, so he lied in his bed and drifted off to sleep, on his way to "Mainland Central", restablished after the former ruler violently died in a swordfight.