Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20200102024533/@comment-5543592-20200121202656

They crossed the bridge to Mercer Island, a humid mist wafting across it. They came to the checkpoint that led into the island proper, where a few soldiers were posted up. Assault rifles hung from their torsos by straps and although they wore ballistic vests, there was also something vaguely renaissance about the cut and style of their uniforms. They appeared to be paying very little attention--lounged back in lawn chairs, legs kicked up on the concrete barrier at the bridge's terminus--when one of them noticed the travelers.

"Oy! Look it, we got people coming up the bridge." He popped to his feet. "Over here, folks, one at a time, got to check you over."

The other soldiers stood as well, although didn't appear to be taking this very seriously.

Mercer Island itself looked very green. A dirt road led inland.

"I don't know. In comparison to Kheiro?  Or Hades?  She's not megalomaniac.  More... psychopathic."