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spacer.pngLieutenant Dame Michelle Folketh

The Lieutenant listened attentively to Modri's story as they manhandled the crate through the streets towards the wharf. It's pretty apparent that the town is evacuating, and that this had been planned prior to her army's arrival. Clearly her captors had anticipated this event. She watched as the draconian soldiers tore through the town, catching sight of innocent villagers cut down, and wondered why she hadn't seen the same thing. Had she been deliberately blind to the army's nature? It was lear what Modri and Ser Artanis thought of her choices, but they had not been the ones at figurative sword point. Easy to make the noble choices when your life's not actually on the line. Besides, til this point the army had been good to her, given her structure. Whilst it had taken her father's death to recognise her talent, it had been recognised. But they were right, there was no honour in what was happening here. Perhaps this was a chance at redemption. She shook the thought from her head - just because they had spared her now didn't mean she could assume to be offered that chance.

 

As the crowds confusion grew with Modri's misunderstood command she sharpened her eyes behind them, knowing any decent soldiers would be seeking to take advantage of the moment. [Roll Perception]. It'd difficult to see through the crowd, but she spots a soldier down a nearby alley levelling a javelin at one of the elderly villagers who'd slowed, standing upright to watch Modri as he tried to figure out what the dwarf meant. "Look out!" she shouts, shoving him sideways. [Roll Athletics]. She manages to flatten him in time for the javelin to fly wide, skittering off the cobbles.

 

This was not right. Honourbound to Takhisis or not, these were not combatants. She tried to remember appropriate Red Army doctrine for breaching and clearing a city. [Roll History]. She shares the standard tactics to expect with the rest of the group, warning them of where the army would likely be coming from. It's not unhelpful, but unfortunately doesn't really change what they're doing. Knowing how the enemy approaches doesn't make up for the overwhelming difference in numbers and the fact that the group are facilitating a retreat and evacuation of civilians, not a tactical withdrawal of troops designed to bleed enemy numbers.

 

They reach the wharf shortly after, Michelle still no closer to figuring out her next moves with the sudden upheaval of her values. Was she even worthy of redemption?

 

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Action: Perception (Success); Athletics (Success); History (Uncomplicated Fail). Two Successes total.

 

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spacer.pngLieutenant Dame Michelle Folketh

The Lieutenant listened attentively to Modri's story as they manhandled the crate through the streets towards the wharf. It's pretty apparent that the town is evacuating, and that this had been planned prior to her army's arrival. Clearly her captors had anticipated this event. She watched as the draconian soldiers tore through the town, catching sight of innocent villagers cut down, and wondered why she hadn't seen the same thing. Had she been deliberately blind to the army's nature? It was lear what Modri and Ser Artanis thought of her choices, but they had not been the ones at figurative sword point. Easy to make the noble choices when your life's not actually on the line. Besides, til this point the army had been good to her, given her structure. Whilst it had taken her father's death to recognise her talent, it had been recognised. But they were right, there was no honour in what was happening here. Perhaps this was a chance at redemption. She shook the thought from her head - just because they had spared her now didn't mean she could assume to be offered that chance.

 

As the crowds confusion grew with Modri's misunderstood command she sharpened her eyes behind them, knowing any decent soldiers would be seeking to take advantage of the moment. [Roll Perception]. It'd difficult to see through the crowd, but she spots a soldier down a nearby alley levelling a javelin at one of the elderly villagers who'd slowed, standing upright to watch Modri as he tried to figure out what the dwarf meant. "Look out!" she shouts, shoving him sideways. [Roll Athletics]. She manages to flatten him in time for the javelin to fly wide, skittering off the cobbles.

 

This was not right. Honourbound to Takhisis or not, these were not combatants. She tried to remember appropriate Red Army doctrine for breaching and clearing a city. [Roll History]. She shares the standard tactics to expect with the rest of the group, warning them of where the army would likely be coming from. It's not unhelpful, but unfortunately doesn't really change what they're doing. Knowing how the enemy approaches doesn't make up for the overwhelming difference in numbers and the fact that the group are facilitating a retreat and evacuation of civilians, not a tactical withdrawal of troops designed to bleed enemy numbers.

 

They reach the wharf shortly after, Michelle still no closer to figuring out her next moves with the sudden upheaval of her values. Was she even worthy of redemption?

 

OOC

Action: Perception (Success); Athletics (Success); History (Uncomplicated Fail). Two Successes total.

 

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spacer.pngLieutenant Dame Michelle Folketh

The Lieutenant listened attentively to Modri's story as they manhandled the crate through the streets towards the wharf. It's pretty apparent that the town is evacuating, and that this had been planned prior to her army's arrival. Clearly her captors had anticipated this event. She watched as the draconian soldiers tore through the town, catching sight of innocent villagers cut down, and wondered why she hadn't seen the same thing. Had she been deliberately blind to the army's nature? It was lear what Modri and Ser Artanis thought of her choices, but they had not been the ones at figurative sword point. Easy to make the noble choices when your life's not actually on the line. Besides, til this point the army had been good to her, given her structure. Whilst it had taken her father's death to recognise her talent, it had been recognised. But they were right, there was no honour in what was happening here. Perhaps this was a chance at redemption. She shook the thought from her head - just because they had spared her now didn't mean she could assume to be offered that chance.

 

As the crowds confusion grew with Modri's misunderstood command she sharpened her eyes behind them, knowing any decent soldiers would be seeking to take advantage of the moment. [Roll Perception]. It'd difficult to see through the crowd, but she spots a soldier down a nearby alley levelling a javelin at one of the elderly villagers who'd slowed, standing upright to watch Modri as he tried to figure out what the dwarf meant. "Look out!" she shouts, shoving him sideways. [Roll Athletics]. She manages to flatten him in time for the javelin to fly wide, skittering off the cobbles.

 

This was not right. Honourbound to Takhisis or not, these were not combatants. She tried to remember appropriate Red Army doctrine for breaching and clearing a city. [Roll History]. She shares the standard tactics to expect with the rest of the group, warning them of where the army would likely be coming from. It's not unhelpful, but unfortunately doesn't really change what they're doing. Knowing how the enemy approaches doesn't make up for the overwhelming difference in numbers and the fact that the group are facilitating a retreat and evacuation of civilians, not a tactical withdrawal of troops designed to bleed enemy numbers.

 

They reach the wharf shortly after, Michelle still no closer to figuring out her next moves with the sudden upheaval of her values. Was she even worthy of redemption?

 

 

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spacer.pngLieutenant Dame Michelle Folketh

The Lieutenant listened attentively to Modri's story as they manhandled the crate through the streets towards the wharf. It's pretty apparent that the town is evacuating, and that this had been planned prior to her army's arrival. Clearly her captors had anticipated this event. She watched as the draconian soldiers tore through the town, catching sight of innocent villagers cut down, and wondered why she hadn't seen the same thing. Had she been deliberately blind to the army's nature? It was lear what Modri and Ser Artanis thought of her choices, but they had not been the ones at figurative sword point. Easy to make the noble choices when your life's not actually on the line. Besides, til this point the army had been good to her, given her structure. Whilst it had taken her father's death to recognise her talent, it had been recognised. But they were right, there was no honour in what was happening here. Perhaps this was a chance at redemption. She shook the thought from her head - just because they had spared her now didn't mean she could assume to be offered that chance.

 

As the crowds confusion grew with Modri's misunderstood command she sharpened her eyes behind them, knowing any decent soldiers would be seeking to take advantage of the moment. [Roll Perception].

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