Jot Thortar

I mean :3 thank you. I will try and be careful. Our armor is a little pointy.

*Quirks eyebrow* Even if they are from a large Antaam lady?

I'm big boned ok?

*Puts her feet up on the rail surrounding the Quartermaster station and continues to sip her stolen coffee and cackles. Fires from the lanterns burned around the ship, and, in the distance, Jot could see the lanterns of her escorts as they made their way slowly across the sea*

*Drinks looted Antivan coffee*

No, the real prize was on the surface and it was the Throne of Rivain.

away from Daismuird. She'd planted the right evidence, whispered in Isabela's ear at the right moments to lead her to believe that the Antaam were remotely interested in the fabled Northern Passage Eluvian.

Even if such a thing existed, where would it lead? What benefit would it have to the Qun?

Unlike a ship made of wood, the creaks and groans were unfamiliar to Jot as well as the rest of her crew, but she showed no signs of breaking up in the heavy surf.

As she'd planned, Jot had lured the majority of Isabela's fleet and her Lords of Fortune puppets out into the open water,

The Blitzkreig, the new pride and joy of the Antaam fleet crept slowly and carefully toward its target. The idiots who designed her made her cumbersome and slow, but this ship had one purpose: To start a war and finish it before a soldier touched soil.