An account of the Mercenary War Siren from an anonymous Quicksand Patron.
The Door to the Quicksand flung opened and in walked a tall figure cloaked in rags, the rags had been sand beaten as if the person had just transversed through the desert. The figure walked and found an empty table in the back. Once there the figure began to disrobe the garments to reveal a Tall Hellsguard Roegadyn Woman with long black braided hair, wearing stark black armor and carrying a Great Sword.Â
As She ordered a drink there was quickly murmuring among some of the patronage, a Lalafel man with a graying mustache looked over to his Highlander friend and exclaimed.
"Isn't that, that Mercenary that dispatched that whole Amalj'aa Raiding party over by Black Brush?"
The Highlander rubbed his stubble filled broad chin and looked over at the roegadyn woman.
"Hmmm I do believe your right, I heard it was easily thirty Lizard Men she dispatched with that giant cleaver, they said she barely even stopped to look at any of them like a demon possessed or something!"
The Lalafel man shook his head at his drinking friend.
"No, No, No! I heard it was easily fifty and she did it in three mighty swings of her giant great sword! The War Siren I heard they called her!"
"Three Blows that's not even possible, and when was the last time you saw fifty Lizardmen in a single raiding party? Your informant must be daft! It was Thirty and she hardly paid them no mind, don't go exaggerating the story!"
War Siren smirked as she overheard the conversation and decided to walk over to the two men who were now busy deciding which of them, were telling the larger tall tail. As she approached behind them, she tapped the Highlander on the shoulder, as the Highlander went to rudely answer the disturbance he was greeted with a shock.
"Yeah whaddaya wa... Oh!"
Smuggly grinning War Siren looked at the men and proclaimed.
"Actually it "was" thirty, and it "was" done in three strokes of my sword, one to drop the ledge trap of boulders I set up, and two to kill their chieftain that survived the boulders."
The two men stood jaws agape and War Siren went back to her table were the drink she had ordered had finally arrived.
The Door to the Quicksand flung opened and in walked a tall figure cloaked in rags, the rags had been sand beaten as if the person had just transversed through the desert. The figure walked and found an empty table in the back. Once there the figure began to disrobe the garments to reveal a Tall Hellsguard Roegadyn Woman with long black braided hair, wearing stark black armor and carrying a Great Sword.Â
As She ordered a drink there was quickly murmuring among some of the patronage, a Lalafel man with a graying mustache looked over to his Highlander friend and exclaimed.
"Isn't that, that Mercenary that dispatched that whole Amalj'aa Raiding party over by Black Brush?"
The Highlander rubbed his stubble filled broad chin and looked over at the roegadyn woman.
"Hmmm I do believe your right, I heard it was easily thirty Lizard Men she dispatched with that giant cleaver, they said she barely even stopped to look at any of them like a demon possessed or something!"
The Lalafel man shook his head at his drinking friend.
"No, No, No! I heard it was easily fifty and she did it in three mighty swings of her giant great sword! The War Siren I heard they called her!"
"Three Blows that's not even possible, and when was the last time you saw fifty Lizardmen in a single raiding party? Your informant must be daft! It was Thirty and she hardly paid them no mind, don't go exaggerating the story!"
War Siren smirked as she overheard the conversation and decided to walk over to the two men who were now busy deciding which of them, were telling the larger tall tail. As she approached behind them, she tapped the Highlander on the shoulder, as the Highlander went to rudely answer the disturbance he was greeted with a shock.
"Yeah whaddaya wa... Oh!"
Smuggly grinning War Siren looked at the men and proclaimed.
"Actually it "was" thirty, and it "was" done in three strokes of my sword, one to drop the ledge trap of boulders I set up, and two to kill their chieftain that survived the boulders."
The two men stood jaws agape and War Siren went back to her table were the drink she had ordered had finally arrived.
Playing some character, maybe on Balmung, maybe not.
(Or am I hiding in the shadow next to you, maybe even posing as your best friend?)
(Or am I hiding in the shadow next to you, maybe even posing as your best friend?)
