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Written by Greyylene
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Thursday, 08 February 2007 |
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Our friendly little war has turned personal, now both sides have taken prisoners. For Pirates prisoners are useless waste of space and air. For the Navy, it appears, prisoners are much more important.
Meandering aimlessly about the realm Greyylene wanders into the Guardian Gate tavern in complete disregard and blatant rebellion to any rules of warfare. She sits at the bar with her back to the wall and orders a tall glass of wine. Herders and brigands pass by with little to no notice of the hidden trespasser in the bar. Suddenly and without warning she is revealed by Tiberius himself and cut badly. The chase is on as she runs headlong through the swamps leaving a blood trail to follow.
A mighty chase gave way at the Guardian Gate lighthouse jail where from exhaustion and mortally wounded Greyylene is forced to yield. Shackled and led limping into the cell Tiberius stood with a smug smile at his caged bird. "In the years Soul Reaver served his only prisoner was one he manufactured. Where now I in one week have already caged myself a Pirate wench." Now as the recent spectacle of the USN Greyylene stands as a jolly joke battered and caged.
She eyed Tiberius with disdain and distrust as he began to pace before her cell doors. An evil and deeply troubling grin spread across his face as he peered through the bars at his little prize. The choice presented to her was neither comfortable nor appetizing. As way of curbing the elusive and still at large Kerrs Holly the offer that had been originally set no long was available. No more was there the option of joining the Navy and earning freedom, now the choice was to be burnt at the stake or hanging at the gallows. "The choice is entirely up to you, my dear." As he left his malicious laughter echoed in the small cell walls.
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