The Jackal was on his way to Numa, when a thick mysterious myst washed over the Numan River. Just minutes later explosions from the river blew the first ships in smitheries. That’s when he knew assault was far worse than he imagined. The sheer force and capital behind such an attack hasn’t been seen in years. And certainly not in Numan territory.
The Jackal recognized the thick myst, and that was never a good sign. It’s supposedly a new mixture that became quite the item at the Dionna University. It’s effectiveness had some of the scholar’s baffled. The perfect cover for assassinations.
Something was different about this mixture though, the quantity and thickness are definitely different.
Under the cloak of the thick myst 18 figures boarded his ship, surrounding him. None of his crew could be seen anywhere. After a few moment the intruders attacked, always in perfect unison, three at a time. The TriSquad Merc’s signature move.
Looking for a way out was difficult, they could see far more than the Jackal in this myst, a few moments later his chance arrived. WHAAMM, the front of the ship exploded, barely dodging the worst of flying debris, he dove into the water.
A little while ago he met with Thorhildr of the Albatross, the upcoming Lightning Terror from the homelands. She might be just the one he could use to lever the situation to his advantage. After all the stories he’d heard, she was even more fearsome than her mother.
Not long after the escape from the attack of the TriSquad, he noticed the myst thinning, and saw the Albatross. Taking his chance he hooked his staff on the side of the ship and jumped onboard.
His pursuers would not be far. Let’s hope the stories are true and we can survive the night…