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February 4th, 2013 (10:05 AM).
The Wise Lesbian
Join Date: Nov 2012
"Crystia." The elf
which that name belong answered, after having listened to the armored man list of his credentials as though they made him some form of leader, when not a single large-scale battle or commanding victory was
She moved past him with a few steps,
heading on to the d
eck of the ship along with the Captain's orders of setting sail for the horrid seas.
ly, I don't see any
part in that list of titles that marks you as a good leader. Being able to control your own bodily functions is all well and good, such as in
that tournament you're proud of, but
being able to control other peopl
e is what marks a good leader." She leaned br
iefly against the side of the deck and turned her piercing gaze completely on the man, brushing aside her bangs only fo
r a moment.
"So I will not be following your orders
, and you will kindly
With that dismissal over with, Crystia
acefully climbed up the mast of the Captain's ship, ha
ving to maneuver about with more balance than she would have liked thanks to the
lack of a true ladder, but it was not as
horrible as it would have been were she to attempt it while the ship was in motion.
Restful nights were going to be rare enough, without
worry about being thrown from the
crow's nest like an unwanted visitor in a cow shed.
other so-called Knights were doing for the time
being didn't matter much, as she had an entire ship to watch before she was stuck dru
hrough whichever horrors the people that
tended to hide artifacts chose as safe environments for sai
She would hav
e more than enough of them then.
Another sailor was occu
small section of the ship,
though the elf paid him no heed despite the curious glance at a non-sailor sitting ato
p that spot.
The view was lov
ely enough, stretchin
g out across the waters that held promises of wonderful bea
uty and the darkest horrors that coul
r befall a person.
The deep blue was going to be her strongest enemy in the journey, but
at least a lot of other
people would die with her, in a curious twist of fate that doomed the
e deemed saviors.
But such were stories yet to be told, and for now she would be able to creep out the sailors by
looking a bit like a ghost when night came.
fighting off slavers
, if that
turned out to be the kind of people they were.
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