Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20170421205142/@comment-5543592-20170503230829

Abel grimaced. "I suppose it was only a matter of time.  If they built a warship with weapons that powerful, they'd been planning this for a while.  All they needed was an excuse.  I don't blame you for what you did, I'd do the same in your place.  Afer all, given how this was inevitable, it's probably good we got the first blow in then.

"I know you've got your own mission with this 'Prophecy of Four' thing, but I don't suppose I could count on your help?  It'd be as much a benefit to me as you.  The Brotherhood will know your faces now, and they'll be hunting for you.  The first that airship is going to do is fly into the city, discover the HQ up here, and then blow us to hell.  Then all that stands between them and the Royal Wasteland is how much resistence Mercer Island is willing to put up.  After that, it's going to be impossible for anyone not-Brotherhood to survive here."