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This post encompasses an A-rank mission containing the following storyboard elements:
Walking was tedious, but Hawke and Isabella passed the time reminiscing and playing ‘I spy.’ The duo could have made the trip with more urgency, but there was nothing relaxing about a busy holiday. Trekking along the wealthy coastal communities of the Haran Bay was a lesson in income inequality that inspired Garrett to really rededicate himself to the redistribution of wealth – in his own favor, of course. Beautiful houses of white stone and glass lined the beachfront and they passed by a fair number of private jetties on their way to Fuging proper. Watching kids in silk bathing shorts play in the sand really got on Hawke’s nerves for some reason and more than one sand castle was brutally kicked to smithereens as they closed in on the agreed-upon meeting spot with the rest of the Brotherhood.
The Brothers had anchored their two-masted cog in clear view of a particularly juicy-looking community built around what Hawke guessed was a luxury onsen resort. It was shielded from view by a decorative wooden wall, but if the posh state of the surrounding bungalows were anything to go by, nobody coming there wanted for anything. The Brothers had almost run the ship aground trying to get as close as possible, as Hawke had instructed them, but with some room for error he estimated that they were close enough for what he had in mind.
Garrett waved at the Brothers as he approached the cog, motioning for Isabella to follow him. A single jump took him up on the deck where his eleven Brothers had gathered to welcome their Dear Leader back into the warm embrace only a gang could provide.
“You’s been away for a lot, baws,” Lout all but oinked in his signature drawl, always thoughtless enough to speak first.
“Shut up, Lout,” Fat Tom instructed his counterpart, smacking him across the back of his head.
It was good to see everybody again Hawke thought to himself, allowing a small smile to show. Even Lau and Liu were there, having been picked up from Chungsu where he had left them when he went to search for Kinrah.
“No time for introductions, gents, but this is Isabella. She’ll be joinin’ us for some fun, yeah? Did you get everything ready?”
Misk, always the enthusiast, nodded eagerly and all but skipped his way towards a tarpaulin-covered hole in the middle of the deck, which he uncovered with the help of a few other Brothers while Brother Brok was set to turning a lever near the edge of the opening. It did not take long to reveal what was underneath and soon the beautiful contraption was raised up to level with the deck, wood and bolts gleaning in the midday sun to Hawke’s mind.
It was a trebuchet and not a small one of its kind.
“See,” Hawke turned to Isabella to explain. “Lots of rubbish has been piling up in the hull. Some, uh,” he paused, searching for the right word to convey failure without actually saying it. “Some questionable business decisions have put us in a situation where some stuff’s gotta go yeah?”
The grizzled veteran snapped his fingers and the door to the wheelhouse was opened by a Brother to reveal six hogtied and squirming men, more than a dozen large marble statues ranging from big to huge, as well as a number of bulged barrels.
“Pick some ammunition and let Shirvan know your target.” He unsheathed Dark Sister and held it out for Isabella to take. “You’ll want to cut the rope yourself once it’s all set. It’s a rush.”
This post encompasses an A-rank mission containing the following storyboard elements:
- Terrorize a large community (4)
>1. The afflicted can only speak in third person. Lasts for seven turns. (5/7)
Walking was tedious, but Hawke and Isabella passed the time reminiscing and playing ‘I spy.’ The duo could have made the trip with more urgency, but there was nothing relaxing about a busy holiday. Trekking along the wealthy coastal communities of the Haran Bay was a lesson in income inequality that inspired Garrett to really rededicate himself to the redistribution of wealth – in his own favor, of course. Beautiful houses of white stone and glass lined the beachfront and they passed by a fair number of private jetties on their way to Fuging proper. Watching kids in silk bathing shorts play in the sand really got on Hawke’s nerves for some reason and more than one sand castle was brutally kicked to smithereens as they closed in on the agreed-upon meeting spot with the rest of the Brotherhood.
The Brothers had anchored their two-masted cog in clear view of a particularly juicy-looking community built around what Hawke guessed was a luxury onsen resort. It was shielded from view by a decorative wooden wall, but if the posh state of the surrounding bungalows were anything to go by, nobody coming there wanted for anything. The Brothers had almost run the ship aground trying to get as close as possible, as Hawke had instructed them, but with some room for error he estimated that they were close enough for what he had in mind.
Garrett waved at the Brothers as he approached the cog, motioning for Isabella to follow him. A single jump took him up on the deck where his eleven Brothers had gathered to welcome their Dear Leader back into the warm embrace only a gang could provide.
“You’s been away for a lot, baws,” Lout all but oinked in his signature drawl, always thoughtless enough to speak first.
“Shut up, Lout,” Fat Tom instructed his counterpart, smacking him across the back of his head.
It was good to see everybody again Hawke thought to himself, allowing a small smile to show. Even Lau and Liu were there, having been picked up from Chungsu where he had left them when he went to search for Kinrah.
“No time for introductions, gents, but this is Isabella. She’ll be joinin’ us for some fun, yeah? Did you get everything ready?”
Misk, always the enthusiast, nodded eagerly and all but skipped his way towards a tarpaulin-covered hole in the middle of the deck, which he uncovered with the help of a few other Brothers while Brother Brok was set to turning a lever near the edge of the opening. It did not take long to reveal what was underneath and soon the beautiful contraption was raised up to level with the deck, wood and bolts gleaning in the midday sun to Hawke’s mind.
It was a trebuchet and not a small one of its kind.
“See,” Hawke turned to Isabella to explain. “Lots of rubbish has been piling up in the hull. Some, uh,” he paused, searching for the right word to convey failure without actually saying it. “Some questionable business decisions have put us in a situation where some stuff’s gotta go yeah?”
The grizzled veteran snapped his fingers and the door to the wheelhouse was opened by a Brother to reveal six hogtied and squirming men, more than a dozen large marble statues ranging from big to huge, as well as a number of bulged barrels.
“Pick some ammunition and let Shirvan know your target.” He unsheathed Dark Sister and held it out for Isabella to take. “You’ll want to cut the rope yourself once it’s all set. It’s a rush.”