T'was on a barrier island barely thirty kilometers off of the coast of the Blessed Isle. Warm summer air and a pleasantly salty breeze belied the terror the inhabitants were going through. Lintha pirates, horrible rogues with a penchant for demon worship and wanton slaughter, were laying siege to the small community. Despite it all, one young woman walked toward the sea shore. Her eyes transfixed to the horizon, she muttered only two words. Though her words were nearly silent to all but the most keen of ears, one of the nearby Lintha was able to read her lips. The pirate grumbled, then briskly walked over and cuffed her upside the head with the haft of his broad-axe.
"Oi, you daft cunt! We's already 'ere!" growled the pirate as he ran his knife up the back of the woman's dress. However, something stopped the man dead in his tracks as he leaned in to grope her and run his tongue along her cheek. What came next was not what the pirate expected. "Mmm, yeah... come on, you mutated Lintha bastard. Come on! Take me like the whore you want me to be!" As she finished, the woman grabbed hold of her top and tore it off, only to throw it in the pirate's face. Surprised, the pirate stepped back momentarily... only to be run through with a large sword.
The girl before him tilted her head, smiled, and waved goodbye to her would-be rapist before bursting into tiny ribbons of crimson and black. As the Lintha turned his head to see who had stabbed him from behind, he saw a woman clad in dark armor for the briefest of moments before she tore her sword out sideways through his ribcage and followed it up with a decapitation.
Flicking the blood from her blade, the woman was clearly irritated. "I sent the signal to those blighters in Thorns nearly six weeks ago. You'd think crossing the inland sea on th..."
Nearly two hundred kilometers from that Island, David was wrapping up his midday shift in the northern market of the Imperial Ruins. It was a fairly routine patrol, with only two instances of attempted theft. Even those were minor thefts. A few pieces of fruit from one vendor, with the culprit caught... and a shank of meat that was hanging for display, in which the culprit escaped. Being the responsible guard he is, David payed for thr meat as he had failed to catch the thief. He did not want the shopkeep to lose anything due to the faulires of the city guard. Besides, three yen was an acceptable loss.
Now it was time to have a drink. The closest place was a pub with the rather "unique" name of "The Bloated Roach". It was named such because owner always joked and said "No one leaves this place hungry. Not even the roaches." Of course, the pub was generally kept clean and so had no real pest problem... but the name definitely made some folks question that. Still, David knew it was just a name and didn't reflect the quality of the food and drink.
Taking his helmet off and leaning his spear against his seat, it was time to relax. A bottle of sarsaparilla (as he was told by his superiors to not drink alcohol while in uniform) and an order of "wyvern wings". They were just chicken, of course... but seasoned to be very spicy and "make you breath fire just like a wyvern". He'd had them plenty of times, and never breathed fire... but they were definitely tasty. While a stiff drink would have made him happier, David would be silly to complain about what he had at this very moment. Decent food, a good job, and a safe place to live. A far cry from his life fifteen years ago.