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located in Isolia, a part of Living a Life of Piracy!, one of the many universes on RPG.

Isolia

The flat, geocentric world we've all come to know and love... and fear.

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Rosaline felt unease. Some could call it intuition, others could call it being a little "off". But, she knew something was about that she didn't like. As she walked upon the cobblestone streets, her boots made clicking noises like the scraping of two swords. The bottoms of her boots were encrusted with silver, for protection and tradition. Being a first mate, you had to protect the ship. You had the second greatest responsibility. Rosaline did not want to betray her home. But, this whole map business... It was threatening her idea of perfection. The greed of humans was so insurmountable. The constant chase after what they couldn't have. Why couldn't things jut be laid to rest?

Rosaline walked briskly back to the docking port, nervous tension filling the air that she breathed. She knew that the Dark Avenger was nearby. But walrning everyone of the danger would be impossible. The whole crew was scattered amongst the town and ship, managing supplies. Whatever came she would face it. Wether that meant being impossibly overwhelmed, defending herself, or death. Rosaline stood at the entrance of the docks, awaiting the arrival of what would come.