Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-37523810-20190202000301/@comment-37523810-20190215183239

(Sounds good. Sorry for putting that all on you!)

The crews of the Mist ships were in chaos. The internal fires of the cannons sporadically combusted with the black powder inside, shooting cannonballs in all directions. The decks were in flames as sailors and crewmen were forced to abandon ship, and despite the distance from the Mist ships, Elias could hear the bloodcurdling screams of burning men and Mamono, many of them probably husbands and wives. As he faced forward, he now saw another obstacle to the rowboats; water Mamono were flipping them over, swimming underneath them and dragging soldiers beneath the waves. The wouldn’t kill them, surely; they would take them prisoner as husbands, which was taught by the Order to be worse than death. Looking up, he saw the airships firing ballista shots and crossbow bolts at the flying Mamono, shooting some down as they fell to earth. Elias could see the watchtowers more clearly now. They were almost to the shallows, just a few more minutes.

It seemed dead silent in the cloud, as if the fight had never occurred. Fayard hadn’t paid attention to where he was stepping, and almost tripped over the corpse of the Dragon Zombie that the High Priest had slain.

“We know that. The problem is, we don’t know how to find a piece of that soul. Fragments of his spirit aren’t in him, yet we know it was shattered. We need to know how to find it.”

“We need to get as far away from the Order as we can. At this point, I doubt Karujo City is still clueless of the invasion.” She’d pack the map, along with everything else, before picking up the sketchbook, no longer looking at it with sad longing, but with a hopeful glint in her eyes.