The Crimson Trial: Chapter 1Chapter 1The Crimson Trial: Chapter 1 by Sangre-Kersh
Dirty and exhausted, Sangriah wandered the immaculately uniform flagstone walkways of Jeuno: a wealthy city built on abundant trade and commercialism. Conveniently located between the Quon and Mindartia continents, Jeuno’s evolution into an influential and ultimately powerful city had been very natural.
Still shaken by the horrific events she had witnessed that morning Sangriah was only mildly conscious of her appearance. She ignored the stares of the cosmopolitan residence and what they must have thought of the blood and gore staining her grey, leather armor. The people went about their business, safe behind their protected walls, seemingly unaware of the chaos that had been practically on their doorstep. The Ducal Guard of Jeuno kept these people confident and secure and was quite capable of taking care of its own affairs but with the suddenly overwhelming threat of the beastmen, Sangriah had answered the call to fight alongside the Alli
E@V - Guns of the Black Mage“Halt! You’re under arrest!” Yazquhl smirked, preventing the corsairs of the Seagull Phratrie to escape the vacinity with his team of Immortals.E@V - Guns of the Black Mage by dhkite
“Again?” Mutihb sighed dejectedly.
Zweeha was far from amused. “You can’t be serious!”
“I’m going after Calypso.” Faithful informed Qultada, fixated on getting her friend back. “Can you distract them?”
“Easy enough. Good luck.” Qultada gave a confirming nod and directed his attention to his crew. “Uki, did you bring any smoke bombs?”
“Yes, sir. But it’s no good to escape with a smokescreen. We’re…”
“I know, just toss one!” Qultada demanded hastily.
Uki reached for a smoke bomb and tossed it between them and the Immortals. When the smoke cleared everyone was still present, except for one.
“Where’s the Red Mage?!” One of the blue mages noticed her absence.
Yazquhl noticed that as well.
E@V - Fire Over Aht Urhgan“Why don’t you have a seat over there?” Faithful heard a voice from behind.E@V - Fire Over Aht Urhgan by dhkite
She looked behind her and saw a tall elvaan man sitting on the floor outside her cell door. He was dressed in the same frilly orange clothes as Calypso, up to the matching tricorne. He pointed her to a small wooden stool near the door on which Faithful took place.
“I’m Captain Qultada of the Seagull Phratrie.” He introduced himself, “Now tell me who you are and what you were doing on board the ship we sent out for errands.”
Half an hour of interrogations later, Qultada released Faithful from the cell and walked back up the deck.
“Aznafh, prepare the rowing boat!” the captain ordered when they stepped outside.
“We’re letting this woman go,” The captain patiently explained.
“But why?” Aznafh was still confused as to the intentions of this captain.
“Turns out it was all a misunderstanding. Now g
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