Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20140918005000/@comment-11457306-20140919043042

(Good night.)

Harridan felt about as lost as she ever had. In fact, she had never felt like this before. Everything was out of control. She had awakened less than an hour before to a runner shaking her shoulder and in the space of a few moments her well ordered world had suddenly fallen apart into chaos and confusion. Here she was, ordered to do something she had absolutely no experience with--ride in this crazy contraption that was somehow supposed to move on its own into a Thalmor encampment and destroy something she had no understanding of with people she had never fought beside. Would they help her or hinder her? Would they support her? Leave her to die or be captured?

She had to figure this out and fast. Taking a deep breath, she walked over to Rhiannon, who seemed to be the only other actual disciplined warrior present. The woman was about her size and dressed similarly in steel armor, although of a make she did not recognize.

"Um, excuse me, Sir Knight..."

Rhiannon turned to look at her. "Yes?"

"Do you...would you explain to me what we are about to do?  I must confess I am not clear.  I have not been fully briefed." She could feel her face grow hot in embarrassment.

Rhiannon grunted. "I'm not clear either, ah..."

"Harridan, Harridan Vale." She stuck out her hand, not sure what else to do.

"Rhiannon Augustus." The woman shook her hand and Harridan was relieved to feel her strong grip. "Emrey's like that.  You'll get used to it.  Hard to believe he used to be Legion, like us."

"Emrey?  Lee Emrey?"

"The very one."

"...and you said you were...Rhiannon Augustus?"

"Also, the very one." Rhiannon watched her, slightly amused.

Gods, I'm gonna die.