Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141207202844/@comment-24685738-20141213164650

The Dragon.

The Serpent.

The Lioness.

The Butterfly.

Tiren saw all of these symbols in the loading bay of Dawnstar’s airship hold, which had been built by-take a guess-one of the most dominating political families in the Empire: The Morgans.

Tiren was growing tired of seeing their names everywhere. Newspapers, Monuments, Plaques…

It was getting ridiculous.

He rolled his eyes, shoving the door open and stepping into the office of the Head Mechanic, to receive the yelling and anger…

--

“What did you do to her?!” The Head Mechanic shrieked, running her hands through her hair. “She’s barely going to be able to limp back to Bruma!”

“Yeah, yeah, I know.” Tiren sighed. “The Legate I was working with didn’t have enough men, and we didn’t have a large enough airforce….”

“Excuses, excuses.” The Redguard grumbled. “All of you people are the same. Never taking responsibility.”

“Hey, that’s not fair-”

“It is!” The Redguard practically yelled. “If my village had still been around, we would’a spent most of our days laughing at idiots like you.”

“Okay, but-”

“No!” The Redguard sighed. “I’m done with this. These Nordic Legates are even worse. I’m coming with you to Bruma.”

“You can’t just-”

“I can.” The Redguard said, her silver eyes becoming as cold as steel. “If you don’t take me with you, I’ll mess with your engine so neither of us end up in Bruma.”

Tiren raised an eyebrow. “Was that a threat?”

“It was.”

“Fine.” Captain Fyris grumbled. “Whatever. Get your stuff and get on the ship, we can probably… Fit you in somewhere.”

“Good.” The Redguard woman laughed, before walking over and beginning to pick up her stuff. “The name’s Feliza, by the way.”

“Captain Fyris.” Tiren replied, coolly.

“Good, now that we’ve got the niceties out of the way…” Feliza said, picking up a wrench. “Get out. I have to pack my things.”

Tiren rolled his eyes, but did as he was told…

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After a few hours, the Crew of the ‘Imperial Dawn’ was in the sky, floating back towards Bruma. Everything was going well, until a lookout yelled, “Captain! Unknown vessel off the port bow!”