BANG

Ameline started, snapped out of her reverie. Sitting quietly by the river passing by the Lancer’s guild in Gridania, she looked around, wondering just what on earth had caused such a ruckus – and then she saw it. Three figures walked towards Westshore Pier, with one holding a bag over his shoulder. As Ameline stared, she saw the bag squirm… And ran to lend her aid. She called out over her Company linkshell for assistance, and drew her Arcanist book and quickly summoned her familiar, Topaz Carbuncle – or, to her, Carby - as the men stopped to look at her approach.

As Ameline got closer, she felt an ominous presence – these three men were all Roegadyn’s, built like Behemoth's, with scars all over their exposed arms and faces. She began breathing heavily, fear taking over her judgement.

“Well well, an Adventurer? I’d turn around lass, ‘less you get into a ruckus”

“Rubbish”, Ameline replied, “What the hell is in that bag?!” She exclaimed. The man holding the bag chuckled.

“Would you like to find out lass? There’s room for one more” he said, grinning like a madman. At that, she knew what it was.

Ameline began to shake. She was no Warrior of Light, but knew she couldn’t let these men get away with whatever it was. One of the men raised a gun, and pointed it directly at her. It was then that she saw what had snapped her out of her reverie – a body, laying face down on the floor nearby with a hole through the chest.

Seeing her gaze, the gun holder laughed darkly.

“Oh yes missy, he tried to stop us too. Now, you choose: in the bag, or would you rather visit Hydaelyn?”

Carby growled and raised his heckles, which only made the men laugh more.

“Where the hell is everyone?!” Ameline wondered, realising for the first time not a soul could be seen anywhere around.

“Coeurl got your tongue? Fine, I’ll make your choice for you – we could use one more for the summoning” and with that his gun glowed a deep, dark red, and he lowered his aim... Ameline saw it in slow motion; Carby getting in the way, the bullet passing through him, straight into her gut. Ameline looked down at the wound, and as blood loss took over, she blacked out.

When she next came to, she looked around at the dark, dingy room she was in, realising she was bound to a table, until a dark, feminine chuckle stopped her blood cold.

“My, my, what a pretty one… They did well this time”

A young girl wearing an eyepatch looked over her head, forcing her to look up, and grinned manically.

“My dear friend would love to meet you…”

She reached her hand round, and gripped a blood red dagger

“Pity you so resemble someone I used to know… Now DIE!”

Ameline saw the dagger in slow motion – down, down, before it collided with her chest, straight into her heart.

Character Name: Ameline Beaudonet
World: Cerberus
Desired Prize: Noble Chocobo Barding