Dispatches-From-Amaurot

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What is the worst exaggeration the Wandering Minstrel has ever come up with for your WoL/OC's adventures? (Don't limit yourself to just the extreme/savage duties!)


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DISPATCH FROM AMAUROT - AD INTERROGATIONEM
1213 BELLS - DIE 10 - ASTRAL MOON 6:

SUBJECT:
Regarding lies, damned lies, and exaggerations
POLICY: Quaestio Diei


Honestly? My defection from the Empire. I snuck away. I bloody well slinked off into the night in the Shiv. I flew across the straight and landed on the outskirts of the Silver Bazaar. Which is why that spot means so much to me. Why I love that little enclave and heartily support their every attempt to stick it to the syndicate and their plans for expansion, but I digress.

The minstrel would have you believe there was no sneaking away, at least not like that. He would have you believe I fought of wave after wave of imperial forces. Foot soldiers, machina, until finally facing down some officer he spun up from whole cloth riding a prototype weapon borrowed from Werlyt. Gods what was that fictitious bastards name... Gnaeus Sosius van Boreus, piloting the Amethyst Weapon, and Shiv and I had to defeat it, and knock it back off the edge of the cliff into the sea so we could fly away.

That man has a flair for the dramatic, and it's just a bit much sometimes. I slipped off into the night, though I did post a letter to a few who mattered to me before doing so. Combat though? Bloody fuck, what sort of Frumentarii would seek out combat when they could just slip off in the darkness?

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