FanFic: The Fighting Second

[JeniLinsky]

(Inspired by one of the FATEs near Little Ala Mhigo)

My name is Friday. I’m a Sergeant Second Class of the Immortal Flames. I was stationed out at Forgotten Springs when the long range patrol from Little Ala Mihgo came in. They’d clearly seen some action, so after we got the wounded off to the healers, I invited the Sergeant leading the patrol to come and have an ale with me on the rooftop. As we sat there, he gazed out over the springs, watching the U tribe going about their business.

Suddenly, he sat up straight. “That woman,” he said. I followed his gaze. “The one with the blue hair,” he amplified, which made it clear for me. Most of the U women have white or grey hair, so the one he meant stood out. Then again, this particular woman would have stood out, anyway. Not because she’s big… she’s a tiny little Miqo’te, hardly comes up to the bottom of my breast. But the U, well, they like to dress for mobility, and this woman, she was throat to toes in metal.

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[gornotck]

This would probably be better off in the General Discussion forum.

[JeniLinsky]

(Inspired by a Quest at Whitebrim, and by the Dzemael Darkhold dungeon)

It was night. In Central Coerthas. In the winter. I had wall patrol, though the snow was howling so badly I couldn't see more than two dozen yalms in any direction. I was standing by the brazier, near the gatehouse, looking out, when Ser Ophelie approached. I came to attention, saluted.

"Stand easy," she said, returning the salute desultorily. "Anything to report?"

"Quiet night," I said. "Ser Nogeloix's patrol hasn't returned yet. I hope they found someplace warm to hole up."

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