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Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire

Hills of Norvos, Essos | Edwina Sarwyck

It was thirteen years ago, a return to a time that the westerosi woman dreaded with all of her heart. It was here as the sun rose from the hills of the Crownlands to bring a bloody rebellion to a harsh end. The bastard Targaryen revolt that prepared to siege King’s Landing itself to bring themselves to victory, a victory that they themselves would lose on this day. On a field the core of the Blackfyre forces found themselves at siege themselves by the last breath of the loyalists to the crown—to the southwestern side of the fields is where she was.

The woman was but a girl of four and ten disguised as a boy. The young girl known only as Raynard stood in the far back of a camp dedicated to bannermen of the Westerlands. Even with the damage at Lannisport by Ser Quentyn Ball, these were men who refused to allow the Blackfyre Rebellion to go further after they could not stop Ball from doing the damage done to Lannisport and damaging Lannister pride. She remembered it so—the banners towering as the sun began to rise, its light catching them: the broken sword of House Sarwyck, the coins in the checks of House Payne, the three crossbows of House Drox, the ten stars of House Peckledon, the red diamonds with the bronze halberds of House Yarwyck, and the blue rooster of House Swyft.

“The Blackfyre won’t survive this day, we can’t let them, and we shan’t let them. They will fail.”

The voice of Arthur Drox spoke out amongst the youths and young adults that she had hid herself with—few of them were squires, but most of them were simple men who were loyal to their liege—whether they be Payne, Sarwyck, or what-have-you. It was true that she at her young age back then had more intent than to hide amongst the soldiers to escape her betrothal to be on these to-be Redgrass Fields. It was at Lannisport where Quentyn Ball had killed her brother Selwyn Sarwyck and deserved to be brought to Sarwyck justice. It was true that the Sarwyck were not the only ones who felt similarly but the emotional resonance was strong in her young self. She speculated that she could’ve confided in her brother to make a plea to her father to break the horrid betrothal she was doomed to have.

It was true that the Blackfyre rebels were resilient and ruthless, something that would come to her ears later in the battle as it became evident that her cousin, Kevan Sarwyck, was stricken down by Tobin Strickland—the man leading Quentyn Ball’s forces in his stead. It was saddening to hear as this rebellion seemed to keep taking the lives of her kin and throughout the day only more would fall. But the house would persevere as it always had. At the time she hoped that the Seven would intervene and save more lives—the highlight of the conflict was saving her brother from afar with her skill with the bow when a Blackfyre soldier came from his rear flank while he was engaged in combat with another.

All… distant memories.

The smell of coal-enriched copper filled the air as the woman of twenty and eight finally opened her eyes—parting ways with the memories that befell her in her dreams so often even after it had been so long. It had been the beginning of her journey on those Redgrass Fields and now she felt that she wanted to be near its end. In the present there was no rally of soldiers nor was there a command by Arthur Drox compelling her to remove her sense of fear. There was only herself and the small innhouse settled in-between the towering mountains and crumbling hills of northwestern Essos. Thinking back on her life it was fairly surprising how it all led here far from Westeros and far from everything that she had known. She had fought in many disputes and traveled as hiresword as well as guardian—yet the stigma still followed her and announced itself every day, a stigma that told her that this was man’s world and she should accept her fate… a fate she refused to acknowledge.

Moving to the side of her bed she reflected on the last few nights where she had been aimlessly pushing away from the forests of Qohor, a place she had previously found herself comfortable in. The accommodations in the innhouse she had taken to were…pleasant enough, but nothing grand; which was expected of the locale it opened business in. Settled in the rugged hills of Norvos, this innhouse—the Bellowing Rooster—found itself tucked in this hamlet that offered three main businesses, one of which being the Rooster itself with the other two being mining and hunting. However, she remembered not the hamlet’s name nor how far she was from Norvos itself at this point in her travels. Though to the town’s credit, the westerosi woman had not remember much of the places she had been to in the process of traveling in Essos for the last several years—especially since she crossed blades with the horselord’s themselves, the Dothraki.

That was a tender subject—the dothraki.

They had been spoken of like demons with a taste for savagery and she would not disagree. The companions she had met and traveled with throughout the Dothraki Sea were the closest she had ever come to being at peace with herself. She of course still remember their names…. Velasco, Alcaeus, Ernakh, and Gellid. They were all men who were forged from conflict and from different cultural paths. She remembered the braavosi, Velasco, the most as he was her most trusted friend and the most skilled with a sword out of the assortment of her allies. These had been the only men she personally had confessed her story and gender to, confiding in them in a drunken stupor and in the end none of them cared. They all treated her as an equal and respected her and her ability like her eldest brother had. When she discovered that sort of kinship it made it all the worse when she eventually lost them to dothraki iron.

‘If all women from Westeros are like you, then I am very glad I am in Essos.’ – The words brought a sort of duality to them as she recalled them. Why had the seven damned her to suffer through such an unbearable life? To see every man she cares for to perish and for her to survive with her heart barely intact? Was it because she refused to follow her original fate in Arthur Lydden’s court? Why would they punish her for abandoning such a cruel and disgusting man? Or was this all because she was not strong enough to receive more of a blessing from the seven? Why did her god have to tease her so? Despite such questions however she found herself never truly bitter with her faith and kept the seven close to her heart.

Running her left hand across her face to shield any tears she decided to stand up and get moving, she would not cry like a little girl. As she moved from her bed to the lone window of the room she took a glance outside to see the day haul of miners and hunters begin to take shape. She needed to take their lead and get moving—to leave and keep heading on her path. She had after-all decided that a return to Braavos was something she had to do as she had a personal reason to return to the most notable of the Free Cities. It was also far from the Dothraki Sea, a place she did not want to even think about let alone be physically near. She knew it would only bring a self-destructive path if she attempted to contain herself. She knew that Velasco would want her to move on and find strength in his failure rather than dwell on his death at Dothraki hands.

It was then closed the window and pushed the ratty curtains together—as she looked down to her equipment that she had placed on the floor as the room didn’t have much for anything outside of an old wood bed that had seen better days. Her gear comprised of bandages to suppress her female features, her weaponry that included a bow and sword of westerosi make, padded leather armor, and a braavosi scarf to obscure her appearance… a scarf that had much significance to the westerosi woman. Those who met her eyes on the road would only catch her charcoal hair tied in a rough ponytail and her dulled blue eyes. The innkeeper who took her coin had jokingly called her the “silent westerosi” due to the fact she bore westerosi gear and appearance whilst speaking no words.

Perhaps it was poetic? However she did not think much on her next “idenity”—in fact she felt maybe it was time to not bear one at all. If she could take anything from her thirteen years in Essos perhaps it was this: maybe it was time to stop caring if people knew about her gender or not, maybe it was time to embrace it. As a female she stood and fought Dothraki warriors—a feat few people from Essos dared do. As a female she killed dothraki and survived. Her eldest brother had told her it once before: she had the possible talent to become a better swordsman than any male in the House Sarwyck—and perhaps the realm. Perhaps he was right?

“It’s time.” She muttered underneath her breath as she moved for the door as she tightened the braavosi scarf.

Edwina Sarwyck. The girl who ran away with the talent of the sword.

Ultimate Comics: DC - Shadows Among Us

Yeah, I'm closing this version. But don't worry, I'm discussing with Ethan (Rade) to see if we can salvage this and All-Star Marvel somehow? (Maybe singularizing it like Henry did?), I don't know.

War of Seven Suns (Sci Fi Faction RP

So I can import some of my Galaxies: Kingdom Come concepts here?

Mass Effect: Nova

I'm patient.

Pacing >>>>> Interaction for the sake of Interaction

Fatal Souls: The Third Age

Leidenschaft said
The problem with that is that ACTUAL peasants would have those names. Distinguishing a bastard should be giving them a distinguishable last name from the rest of society to bring shame on the eternal sin that siring a child out of wedlock/adultery is... or something.

Well remember in Game of Thrones they have some symbolism (Rivers, Snow, etc.) as well. I'm sure we can figure something out.

Fatal Souls: The Third Age

Two players for the Northlands? Awesome.

Fatal Souls: The Third Age

We/I should figure out the Bastard conventions for each of the regions of Orlandis tho, also Silver I'll get to your PM again tomorrow.

Game of Thrones - A Song of Ice and Fire

Sarwyck

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House History

Even the most ferocious of the lions can inspire loyalty. This is something that the Sarwyck have embodied since the very beginning of the minor house. The Sarwycks like the other eldest minor houses can trace their lineage as far back as a few hundred years before the Targaryen landing that preluded the conquest by Aegon the Conqueror. As such the most legendary Sarwyck in recent memory was the famed Raynard Sarwyck who fought with his Lannister liege lords against Aegon himself.

Through marriage the Sarwycks have many ties to several other minor houses of Westeros thus making their influence in the Westerlands paramount. Such political ties and favor include House Payne, House Drox, House Peckledon, House Swyft, House Yarwyck, House Trant, House Westerling, House Crakehall, House Serret, and House Lorch among many others. During the Blackfyre Rebellion the Sarwycks would use such ties to unite the remaining levies to push a flanking attack on the Blackfyre forces at the Redgrass Fields which would in turn give them attention that the Sarwycks had not held since Aegon the Conqueror or the Dance of Dragons.

Casualties of the house during the Blackfyre Rebellion included—Selwyn Sarwyck, Kevan Sarwyck, and Tidus Sarwyck.

Another distinct characteristic of House Sarwyck is their possession of a valyrian steel longsword named Hopeseeker. It is currently possessed by Edwina Sarwyck.

The County of Riverspring

The lands of Riverspring have for the last two-hundred and fifty-nine years owed themselves to House Sarwyck and before that had a loose collection of barons that subjected themselves to petty conflicts with the neighboring lands of Stoney Sept. The ancestors of Raynard Sarwyck would be tasked with bringing order to the lands of Riverspring and thus the periodic evolution of a knightly house into a minor noble house began with the construction of Riverhall on top of the hill that overlooked the villages of Riverspring that sat on the end of the rivers of the Blackwater Rush. Through time Riverspring as a county has come to be known as a sort of lookout just north of the Gold Road—keeping its stern eyes on the Riverlands it shares its borders with. Including the titular settlement of Riverspring, the county also shares two additional baronies called Sowerby and Halton.

At the end of the Blackwater Rush, just a few days journey south of Stoney Sept lies Riverspring—the seat of what once was a fortress to keep an eye on the Riverlands as tasked to them by House Payne and the Westerlands’ liege lords, House Lannister. Riverspring as itself has existed in the Westerlands sometime during the existence of the Kingdom of the Rock and as such was the birthplace of Raynard Sarwyck, who aided the realm in defense during the War of Conquest. Riverspring itself is a decently-sized city with the castle fortress towering above it on a hill that seems to tower over the town that serves as the end of the line for naval traffic on the Blackwater Rush which also creates a port for the eastern coast of Westeros for the Westerlands by proxy.

Alongside the Blackwater Rush as well, Sowerby is settled on the far eastern side of the county; serving as the second-most densely populated settlement of the three. Sowerby has a small keep in the center of the town itself—lacking the strategic presence of the Stronghold in Riverspring but being adequate all the same.

On the far west side of the county lies Halton, nestled in-between forested mountains and decent rolling hills—and as such became an agricultural center for The Gold Road and the County of Riverspring. Holding a small keep for the barons of Halton—the structure is pushed to the back of a mountain where an escape route runs into the sprawling mines behind the settlement.

Members of the House

Halton:
Alyn Sarwyck – Baron of Halton, aged 53
Jonas Sarwyck – Son of Alyn, aged 34
Randal Sarwyck – Son of Alyn, aged 29
Alyssa Hill – Bastard of Tidus Sarwyck, aged 23
Cedric Hill – Bastard of Tidus Sarwyck, aged 14
Alric Sarwyck – Son of Alyn, aged 14
Kieran Sarwyck – Son of Alyn, aged 7

Sowerby:
Donnic Sarwyck – Baron of Sowerby, aged 28
Tersei Sarwyck – Sister of Donnic, aged 13
Eallett Sarwyck – Son of Donnic, aged 10

Riverspring:
Gareth Sarwyck – Lord of Riverspring, aged 68
Jhavek Hill – Bastard of Selwyn Sarwyck, aged 30
Edwina Sarwyck – Estranged Daughter of Gareth, aged 28
Byron Sarwyck – Disinherited Son of Gareth, aged 28
Amelia Sarwyck – Heir to Riverspring and Daughter of Gareth, aged 16
Lysandra Sarwyck – Daughter of Wilfred Sarwyck, aged 10
Emilia Sarwyck – Daughter of Wilfred Sarwyck, aged 3

CS Sheets

Jhavek Hill

Name - Jhavek Hill
Age - 30
Appearance - http://www.ivid.it/fotogallery/imagesearch/images/arn_tempelriddaren_joakim_n_tterqvist_peter_flinth_014_jpg_nvvm.jpg
History - Jhavek Hill was born in 179 AL as the son of a barmaid and Selwyn Sarwyck. Jhavek like few bastards was well aware of his “birthright”—a fact that he would chase him for many years. Despite such knowledge however there was never any desire to take what he could’ve been told was attainable as he desired nothing from the nobles as his attention was more about receiving recognition by his father who would stay affectionate with Jhavek’s mother, a woman he truly loved. His father would tell him stories of the Sarwyck dynasty and that of Raynard Sarwyck and how he feared no dragon only caring about his the lion that kept his family safe. However these visit became less frequent as time went on as more responsibilities absorbed his father and eventually he was but a distant memory. It was through these stories of the old days that he was taught a somewhat romanticized concept of nobility that he began to desire not a legitimacy but a recognition by his father and his father’s noble kin.

Around the time Jhavek was eleven years old, his mother’s brother; a hiresword who had previously made his living abroad returned to Riverspring. Jhavek’s uncle, Tommen, was as worldly as he was an infamous drunk—something that worked against him due to Jhavek’s mother’s employment at Riverspring’s token alehouse, the Laughing Lion. Jhavek would get to know his uncle through these times and constantly began requesting his uncle teach him in swordplay which eventually the old commoner buckled to in a drunken stupor. In time Jhavek desired to show the world that his father was not wrong to love his mother and that the bastard he created was worth recognizing.

When it came to the Blackfyre Rebellion and the news of the death of his father reached his ears Jhavek found himself devastated. Now a man of ten and seven he headed into the Sarwyck banners to the Redgrass Fields. Jhavek was not recognized by the Sarwycks or any nobles after the battle as he was disregarded as just another “commoner with a sword” despite the skill Jhavek had accumulated in the last few years of his life. This is where he began to see how much he detested the Blackfyre rebels and how their dishonorable action had cost him his father and a chance to show him he had grown into a formidable swordsman.

As time teetered on he stayed on with his family finding a job protecting merchants and putting coin into his uncle’s and mother’s declining health. By the time he was twenty-nine he would bury both of them and found himself wanting more despite gaining a pretty decent reputation among merchants for his skill at deflecting highwaymen and thieves. He wanted recognition not by his father but perhaps by the House Sarwyck or even their liege lords…

Amelia Sarwyck

Name - Amelia Sarwyck
Age - 16
Appearance - http://media-cache-ec0.pinimg.com/736x/7f/04/41/7f0441dad50c5c1d4c2e98529c1b7cb5.jpg
History - Born in 193 AL, Amelia Sarwyck was the first and only child to be birthed by Gareth Sarwyck’s second wife—Alicia Payne. Growing up in the shadow of the elder sister she never knew, Amelia found the weight of the loss of Edwina in every motion her father made in his day-to-day routine even at a very young age. Something was stilted, over-cautious, and very emotionally wounded in addition with her father’s health starting to catch up with him. Throughout these early bits of childhood Amelia found herself interested in the written arts, musical arts, and political history through romanticized literature as well as folklore. This eventually extended to theology, which enveloped the girl to being very interested in the stories of “the Old Gods” as well as her strong faith in the Seven—she however is not heretical but rather finds other religions fascinating in addition to being a looking glass to the culture it encompasses as well. Her mother made sure the resources for her daughters interests were met using her connections to her father—the head of House Payne, Rywald Payne, who possessed the coin she needed to further Amelia’s interests.

Amelia was a girl of five and ten when her brother passed due to a plot by his younger brother, Byron, came to a boiling point—an event that shook her perception of the latter brother as she had seen him nothing as distant but kind but never the type to ruthlessly plot an assassination on his own blood. She would retreat to prayer excessively after this event, hoping the Seven would give her answers why her brother had marked himself as a kinslayer and gone against the house words. As time moved on Amelia turned six and ten… with no suitors to her name and as her mother began to press the issue due to the lack of an agnatic heir to Riverspring her father fell ill with an unknown sickness. A sickness that is continuing to slowly devour his health which puts Amelia and her mother in a very unsettling situation…

Byron Sarwyck

Name - Byron Sarwyck
Age - 28
Appearance - http://www.keysmashblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/Gwaine.jpg
History - Byron Sarwyck was born second, his twin sister taking the right of being the “elder” twin during birth. This could be said of something Byron would have to deal with for the rest of his life in many forms as a man who truly would never inherit a true role in Westeros. The birth of Byron was a great loss to the world as it would be with his coming into the world that would take his mother out of it, the stress of bearing twins perhaps being too much to take. The eldest sworn sword to House Sarwyck would later make a comment how it was with Luciana Pedckledon’s death that the two inherited their strong wills and great talents. It would be something facilitated by the noble advisors and even Gareth Sarwyck’s eldest son—Selwyn Sarwyck.

Byron’s talent mirrored his sister’s own; swordplay, politics, and intrigue all came naturally to the young Sarwyck. This aptitude would draw the spotlight of many as Byron was expected to become a great knight in his lifetime, something that would come to pass right before the dawn of the Blackfyre Rebellion. Byron would be very young when he would achieve this honor to go from a squire to a knight due to his affinity for showcasing his talent at a tourney. It was here that Byron achieved great respect and attention, though the young boy viewed it as merely irrelevant in the shadow of his brothers achievements despite none of the two achieving knighthood at the same age as he. He returned home as a shadow of envy and discontent and delved deeper into his studies of the mind over his achievements of brawn.

Byron was fifteen when the news of his eldest brother’s death due to the sweeping Blackfyre Rebellion hit home and unlike his sister he had felt no sense of obligation to avenge him when the time came that the Sarwycks would engage the revolting rebels on a field southwest of King’s Landing—the Redgrass Fields. Byron went as a test for himself and a sense of seeing the rebel’s first-hand. In time the battle would show victorious and Byron would return home with no wounds to make note of which continued to convince himself that he was far more suited to run Riversprings than his surviving brother, Wilfred. Such arrogance began to stew into a plot of intrigue and betrayal that would nearly ruin House Sarwyck in ten years’ time.

It then came to a day in 208 AL as he left his daughter in his wife’s care as he met his brother in the castle courtyard to attempt to bring his plan to fruition by killing his own kin. In Byron’s mind he had theorized that his father’s strong belief of protecting family would not bring any ill fate to his person especially given he would be the only true heir left at the end of it. He did not factor in that his father would favor Amelia and disinherit him completely. Whilst Byron was half-right that his father couldn’t bear himself to send his son to the Wall or execute him there had been a major miscalculation. Byron had few coin and positive reputation left to his name and began to travel as he contemplated his next move.

Edwina Sarwyck

Name - Edwina Sarwyck
Age - 28
Appearance - http://www.imdb.com/media/rm329876480/nm2946516?ref_=nmmi_mi_all_sf_16
History - Edwina Sarwyck was the first of two twins to enter this world, beating her brother by several seconds. This desire to enter the world is a testament to Edwina’s drive to move forward with a headstrong will. However, the birth of both twins were apparently too much to bear for Luciana Peckledon as she perished after delivering Byron—something that Edwina never wished had to happen as she would’ve loved to know the woman who birthed her into this world. Like her brother, Edwina would exhibit particular talent and intelligence which were encouraged by her eldest brother, Selwyn Sarwyck.

Despite her father’s reluctance, Edwina took to the sword with such talent that had not been seen in generations since a very young age. She found other pursuits in world cultures and military history. This bred Edwina to have a grasp on language, foreign life, and personal combat which glimpsed at what choice of life she would live in her adulthood that was to come. It was said to her by her eldest brother that the talent for the sword was more apparent in Edwina over Byron despite the young lad earning a knighthood by fifteen years of age. Whilst her brother received acclaim from others she focused more on her form and skill. It was here that her eldest brother bestowed on her the house longsword, Hopeseeker, the valyrian steel that Raynard Sarwyck had wielded in his time which was said to be passed down not through the direct lineage but the most skilled swordsmen of the house; the one who carried Raynard's will. Sometime after she had been betrothed to a boy from House Lydden who amongst several engagements found herself utterly despising due to his behavior. She would wish her father would break off the arrangement but it fell on deaf ears. This would influence the young Edwina to desire an escape from such a fate with a person.

With the announcement of Selwyn Sarwyck’s death and the Westerlands banners rose, Edwina followed the soldiers onward disguised as a young squire who she referred to as “Raynard”. Despite her father’s ignorance of her stance she had a duality with engaging in battle with the rebels who flew the banners of Blackfyre—they had killed the only one who truly respected her and loved her thus they would face punishment for their actions. When the battle buckled in the loyalists favor Edwina disappeared. When Edwina was discovered missing days later when Gareth Sarwyck returned home he was devastated and called for a search—a search that would result in no results.

From the ages of youth to a seasoned adult, Edwina went by many names and worked with several other likeminded hireswords in the lands of Essos trailing from as far as Braavos to Myr to Qohor. The lands within and beyond the Free Cities opened opportunities that Edwina would have never had the chance to experience in Westeros. As her brother had predicted—the more she saw and the more she fought, the more skilled she became and in time fielded small but notable fragments of reputation as a westerosi swordsman. Hiding her gender during this time was difficult and became unnecessary when she fell in with a small group of men from several walks of life led by a braavosi swordsman by the name of Velasco Entozi. It is with this time that Edwina’s reputation began to rise as the group of Essos-bound hireswords traveled with growing success. In time Velasco would become Edwina Sarwyck’s closest friend—a friend she would lose to Dothraki raiders when protecting an independent caravan of merchants from Qohor that had set up camp south of the forests that bore the same name. With her friends deaths behind her—Edwina has begun to travel alone once more as a very wounded soul.

Who knows where she is now…

Independent Comics Universe RPG

Reeeeal tiny post, but it's mostly an outline to keep me from falling off the wagon.

Independent Comics Universe RPG

The arrangement for the consul of “Freedom Fighters” as the group of mobians called it were to meet in the Mystic Ruins. The ruins—as old as they were happened to be a sort of ancient wilderness where it would be fairly easy to detect technological activity as the only settlements across the archaic jungles were small villages and hamlets originally hoping to live in peace away from the arm of aristocratic politics. In a way it was rather ingenious for Tails to set up shop in the Mystic Ruins though it did come with a danger as well. Isolating themselves as a base of operations made them an easier target for Dr. Robotnik’s raids if he had ever thought to attack them straight up if they become more trouble than they were worth. In addition to the Egghead himself the Mystic Ruins was home to a variety of creatures that the ancient civilizations call “obelisks of beasts” – but maybe all of that great monster stuff was a lot more story rather than reality? Sonic didn’t want to take his chances personally.

Tails believed the best course of action was to be quiet and careful about their approach; if they were going to do more damage to the good doctor then they couldn’t make mistakes or risk lives of other mobians by setting up shop in a severely populated settlement. As far as the other freedom fighters were concerned—it was an agreeable choice… to everyone but Johnny Lightfoot. Lightfoot never felt comfortable near anything that smelt of the abhorred technology that Robotnik created and Tails for the most part was the second coming of the man as he held several inventions he created to counteract Robotnik in addition to having a lot of Robotnik’s technology lying around to be studied by the two-tailed fox. Johnny was just too absorbed in his own emotional hatred, though Sonic understood his feelings given the circumstances. But sometimes you needed to chill out and take it in stride.

It is for the greater good. That’s something everybody could agree on. Sonic leaned back against an old pillar that came up from the tall jungle grass on a slight slant. It was pretty sturdy for its age and it gave some good support as Sonic looked over the rest of the freedom fighters that had gathered together. In addition to Johnny Lightfoot and Miles “Tails” Prower they also had a pretty good assortment of problem solvers. Amy Rose was a sort of odd one who devoted her time to two things: being Sonic’s “number one fan” and being the best expert they had on the Mystic Ruins and its folklore. He had pondered what threw him off about Amy but it definitely had to do with her interest in the weird sort of things—sorcery, evil spirits, soul reading… the girl was a bonified freak; but she was kind of cute.

Speaking of cute there was also one more lady of the group—but this one was more experienced in reconnaissance and combat. Definitely more on the Johnny Lightfoot side of personality problems and in a way she kind of scared Sonic personally. Sonic wasn’t sure if her real name was Honey or if she came up with it to push aside all of her past connections. Robotnik had ruined a lot of people’s lives and she happened to be one that was affected by that. Her skills were… pretty much in martial melee fighting and Sonic had once heard a story from Tails that she had taken down a tank-type badnik in one single punch. Scary stuff.

The meeting outside of Tails’ workshop was going pretty much how he had expected it to—Johnny and Honey wanted to physically hurt things right now, but Tails insisted on giving him more time as he scanned the island with what little power he had from the workshop, and Amy was studying some type of item that she believed had ties to the ancient people who lived in this valley for whichever reason. In a flash all of this impatience, study, and observations came to a sudden halt however when a loud noise cut through the nearby mountains with a sound that Sonic couldn’t quite describe—it was so loud and painful to hear it shook his very being. As the sound drew closer the rocks of the mountain in front of them by about a good mile or so was tore open from the inside by what Sonic immediately recognized as a new invention from Robotnik himself.

THWOOM!



“So he’s managed to rebuild his metal boat and make it fly, huh…” Sonic muttered under his breath.

“What is that?!” Tails said as he shot a glance toward this… thing.

“Whatever it is; it smells like Robotnik.” Sonic quipped before the rocks attached to parts of the emerging vessel began to drop—and drop hard they did.

“Look out!” Sonic yelled as he narrowed his brows—the rocks could crush his friends if they didn’t take cover now. It was a good thing he was the fastest thing alive.