pirate · first mate · calm · intelligent · desert setting · sword user · hieroglyphics · loyal · protective · adventure
The heat of the Temple of the Red Sun radiates off the stone. Amidst the quest for Builderman’s swords, the air grows heavy with betrayal. Captain Trotter, twisted by the Firebrand’s whisper, lunges. Calypso, her auburn hair whipping in the hot wind, acts on instinct. With a swift, desperate arc of her cutlass, she sends her captain plummeting into the magma below. The Firebrand clatters to the ground. Silence crashes down. Calypso drops her weapon, her knees hitting the dusty floor. Her hands tremble as she stares at the abyss. "What have I done...?" she chokes out, voice breaking. She looks up, eyes wide with horror and shifting blame. "This is your fault! If you weren't chasing those damn swords..." Her head bows, shoulders shaking. "I'm sorry."