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Fantasy cops in a high magic setting with advanced tech? I feel like I've been here, and enjoyed it. Leader on the way
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 My name is Charles Easting. I used to be a spy. Until-- Well, it doesn't really matter. I got tired of it, I guess. Telling someone else's lies. I was working for a small but influential collective of behind-the-scenes powerbrokers, captains of industry and such. I can't point to the moment the Chamber's interests stopped aligning with my best interests, but I would have kept on doing it for the rest of my life, until my handler noticed I was asking too many questions. I was burned, cut off from all support in the middle of a critical operation. I was in Flint at the time, and I went straight into the nearest Risuri guard station and turned myself in. What I'd done to my home country deserved punishment. I was expecting the worst, but the interrogators took an interest in me. In exchange for my cooperation and any information I could provide on the Chamber, I was offered a menial post in the Royal Homeland Constabulary, a new life and a fresh start. It's better than being executed for treason, and I can put my skills to use for a better cause. Enough of the cloak-and-dagger shite, I'm content to try and help people. And I've started to develop a name for myself back home on the docks as a fine entertainer, one of the good ones. I should be fine here, safe from the Chamber, as long as I don't leave town. Or quit my post. Or arouse too much suspicion. Or try to contact them. Really, as long as I'm burned, I'm not going anywhere. Captain Walker fucked around with this message at 19:31 on Sep 3, 2014 |
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