~1571 - Ul'dah~
"Good morning Lieutenant, good to see you up and about." came the pleasant and sweet voice of his Captain, the voice she saved for friends. Erik smiled and replied, "Good morning Captain. And yes I am feeling better." Flame Captain Juliette Monroe, Sultansworn of Ul'dah and Captain of the Crimson Watch, she had been Erik's leader for the better part of eleven years, they were more then even that. After much prodding she had convinced him to follow her through the initiate process to be trained in her order. He insisted he only did it for her and to make himself a better soldier, he insisted he would not take the vows and would simply be, if anything, a Free Paladin. Juliette knew better, she had been his commander, his teacher, and his friend since he was a boy. She knew the man he was becoming, even if he did not see it. "I'm glad to hear it. Thought for sure we were going to lose you to that maniac girlfriend of your's, poor Cian was beside himself. I suppose the rumors of immortality have some merit." she laughed. Erik flushed, "She is not my girlfriend, we are... complicated is all. And I am in no way immortal, merely lucky." She laughed and seemed to wave away his words, "Yes, yes, the rumors must be about some other immortal Highlander then. That isn't why I called you here. I want to give you a special task." Erik looked interested, "What kind?"
Juliette stood and walked to a window, pointing out of it at an assembled group of seven, "We are having our mandate expanded. Her Grace and the Flames both agree that a war is coming, and that Thanalan must be ready. You are my best covert agent, you and Cian both, but he is not career, anyone who asks him will know he's not, but you are. I can tell. I need someone like you, who is long term, to train those seven... and to watch them. I'll admit there is something about them that is off.... but that is neither here nor there. Those seven were selected by Flame Command for having very unique skill sets, with potential similar to your own. But in all honesty... I don't know. That's why I want you to train them, so you can watch them." She smiled, walking to him, placing her hands on her hips, he liked how it made her look confident, "Beyond that its your first real command. Those seven and you will make up an elite sub-unit in the Crimson Watch. If they work out, at least you can go off half cocked with a team instead of by yourself, and I can stop going gray from it. What would you like to call your unit?" Erik thought for a moment, thinking back to the stories his mother would read him, "The Red Wings."
~Present Day - Goblet~
The morning was quiet outside of the Headquarters of the Red Wings. He did not know the tall highlander, or the hyur with white and black hair, they weren't on his list. "My my, Erik, this information is only a few days old, way to mix it up." There was a mix of humor and anger in the Garlean's voice. Lucus had been his lover for many years, and Erik knew that when he threw him to his men to be tortured to death. Man at the postbox, their "Shadow", the pearl overheard his hand in Lucus' death. Melkire was a bit high on the hit list, but that was not an issue if he killed him now. And a bonus to boot, Mikh'a Korofi, he's on the list too, something to shake the witch-sister. Marcella took aim at Osric, the clear morning was perfect..... he fired, miss. Damn reflexes, reload.... take aim.... fire.... hit, square to the heart. Marcella laughed as he picked up and moved to his next perch. Less then 15 seconds, not bad. He sets up.... 5 seconds.... Needs to get quicker on the set up.... Aim... fire.... damn jumpy miqo'tes. Take aim.... fire.... miss. "Gods Damnit." he hisses as his targets enter their building. The Goblet guards have finally woken up he thinks as their heavy boots clink toward him. He snorts as they round the tower toward him, "Idiots." as he speaks he lifts his gunblade and bag and summons the aether around him, cloaking him in invisibility. Most of these clueless guards, standing about him, searching for some sign of the gunman, had never even heard of Doma before. He smiled as he careful walked past them all.
"Good morning Lieutenant, good to see you up and about." came the pleasant and sweet voice of his Captain, the voice she saved for friends. Erik smiled and replied, "Good morning Captain. And yes I am feeling better." Flame Captain Juliette Monroe, Sultansworn of Ul'dah and Captain of the Crimson Watch, she had been Erik's leader for the better part of eleven years, they were more then even that. After much prodding she had convinced him to follow her through the initiate process to be trained in her order. He insisted he only did it for her and to make himself a better soldier, he insisted he would not take the vows and would simply be, if anything, a Free Paladin. Juliette knew better, she had been his commander, his teacher, and his friend since he was a boy. She knew the man he was becoming, even if he did not see it. "I'm glad to hear it. Thought for sure we were going to lose you to that maniac girlfriend of your's, poor Cian was beside himself. I suppose the rumors of immortality have some merit." she laughed. Erik flushed, "She is not my girlfriend, we are... complicated is all. And I am in no way immortal, merely lucky." She laughed and seemed to wave away his words, "Yes, yes, the rumors must be about some other immortal Highlander then. That isn't why I called you here. I want to give you a special task." Erik looked interested, "What kind?"
Juliette stood and walked to a window, pointing out of it at an assembled group of seven, "We are having our mandate expanded. Her Grace and the Flames both agree that a war is coming, and that Thanalan must be ready. You are my best covert agent, you and Cian both, but he is not career, anyone who asks him will know he's not, but you are. I can tell. I need someone like you, who is long term, to train those seven... and to watch them. I'll admit there is something about them that is off.... but that is neither here nor there. Those seven were selected by Flame Command for having very unique skill sets, with potential similar to your own. But in all honesty... I don't know. That's why I want you to train them, so you can watch them." She smiled, walking to him, placing her hands on her hips, he liked how it made her look confident, "Beyond that its your first real command. Those seven and you will make up an elite sub-unit in the Crimson Watch. If they work out, at least you can go off half cocked with a team instead of by yourself, and I can stop going gray from it. What would you like to call your unit?" Erik thought for a moment, thinking back to the stories his mother would read him, "The Red Wings."
~Present Day - Goblet~
The morning was quiet outside of the Headquarters of the Red Wings. He did not know the tall highlander, or the hyur with white and black hair, they weren't on his list. "My my, Erik, this information is only a few days old, way to mix it up." There was a mix of humor and anger in the Garlean's voice. Lucus had been his lover for many years, and Erik knew that when he threw him to his men to be tortured to death. Man at the postbox, their "Shadow", the pearl overheard his hand in Lucus' death. Melkire was a bit high on the hit list, but that was not an issue if he killed him now. And a bonus to boot, Mikh'a Korofi, he's on the list too, something to shake the witch-sister. Marcella took aim at Osric, the clear morning was perfect..... he fired, miss. Damn reflexes, reload.... take aim.... fire.... hit, square to the heart. Marcella laughed as he picked up and moved to his next perch. Less then 15 seconds, not bad. He sets up.... 5 seconds.... Needs to get quicker on the set up.... Aim... fire.... damn jumpy miqo'tes. Take aim.... fire.... miss. "Gods Damnit." he hisses as his targets enter their building. The Goblet guards have finally woken up he thinks as their heavy boots clink toward him. He snorts as they round the tower toward him, "Idiots." as he speaks he lifts his gunblade and bag and summons the aether around him, cloaking him in invisibility. Most of these clueless guards, standing about him, searching for some sign of the gunman, had never even heard of Doma before. He smiled as he careful walked past them all.