Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20160129040906/@comment-29461586-20160129155851

(k, approved)

Somewhere...

A woman had a sort of device in her hand. Due to the helmet she wore, it was impossible to determine her current emotions, but she was facing down the device for hours on end. She gave a sigh after a long, long while, and played it again. For the 8th time.

"Alicia, the rest of the battalion ships out to Akavir tomorrow, and I don't want you with us. Not as a soldier, and... not as a wife."

"Wha? By the gods, Alyssa-"

"Remember Thras? Instead of protecting the emissary assigned to your command, you put a tracker on him, gave him to the enemy, tracked them to their base, and blew it up. With the demissary still inside."

"Which was awesome! You can't pretend that wasn't awesome."

"Tsaesci. Cathnoquey. Stirk. You've consistently and persistently prioritized personal glory over following your orders. I don't need a soldier like that."

"So what now? You're gonna turn me over to the firing squad? If you're really having this convo recorded, you know that the inner eye sees all."

"You are correct. At 0000 tomorrow, the MPs will escort you to the brig where you will await your execution. As your commanding officer, I cannot officially suggest you go AWOL, tonight, and try your luck for the mainland."

"Too bad. That would have been good advice. ...What's this?"

"My Ring of Mara. You can keep it - I've found someone else."

"Ouch." "...Oh well!" The woman exclaimed rather cheerfully, but still kept the two Rings of Mara as a potential keepsake.