As the Qoths bring you aboard through the bridge connecting the two ships, you feel the prospect of entering Siltria as a free woman dwindling. To escape your home only to find yourself once again in peril, you can’t help but feel your heart sink.
Gareth says:
Best thing to do right surrender to the fleet and follow them without making any trouble at all, right now there’s nothing else to do. Tho seeing how things are going, she better start checking for a way out, if not things might not end well for her.
Fang says:
Try to remain calm, a lot of stuff its happening right now, but a calm mind is an innocent mind
A way out? The only thing you can think of is going for a swim, a very long swim well outside of anything you could ever manage.
Okay, maybe it doesn’t have to come to that. Comply and keep a calm and positive mindset. Things aren’t over yet.
Holy says:
Ah crap
Echinator says:
Welp, you’re boned
Werewolf says:
Was nice knowing u Glass
*reaches for a new character sheet*
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foxfyre841 says:
Beg, resignedly: you don’t have much hope of outrunning a crossbow bolt while swimming or traveling with an outstanding arrest warrant looking like you do.
You can tell the lady that you’re sure that your meeting with her boss will be very illuminating given that their Chief inspector can’t tell the difference between a Gnomanyan and an Islander… Sounds like a good way to get reassigned to the frontlines to you.
With the idea of getting sent back into a dark cramped room slowly sending you into a panic, you make one last attempt to talk yourself out of this situation. Maybe you can exploit her eagerness to make a name for herself amongst her command.
You hail Captain Delaford.
She halts and turns to you, expecting a confession.
You warn her about the consequences of wasting her commander’s time with someone whose race she can’t even properly profile, and that she should be bit more thorough before they punish her with reassignment for wasting their time.
Iplyn takes time to taste your words, and forms a response.
“I am well aware of who you claim to be, but hinging your case on your perceived distinction between two races from that backwater western sphere will not help you here. And given your proclivity for blowing things up, I must say, you’ve made my case… how do you put it? …Bulletproof? As for your concern for my career, I’ll have you know that being reassigned to The Canal is the point, and I will do so at the helm of a great sailing castle instead of this puny tub, as was it destined! So, I grant you a Ceveran’s gratitude for stumbling into me.”
“Now if I am not to hear a confession, then it’s off to the–”
In the chaos, the guards let go of you, turning to face the deafening blast. The ship you’ve just left, reduced to a sinking, blazing scrapheap of very burnt umber. The air turns acrid, stinging your eyes and nose. Wisps of soot and wood splinters trickle down. Shouts of the marines and all others from the ship can be heard.
It might be a good idea to take a few steps back.
“ASSASSIN!” Captain Delafords voice sends a shock up your spine.
Oh no.
Oh WOW things certainly kicked into gear!