2019-03-23: Luca-less

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AN HOUR AGO


Ashton ducks in close, slipping past Marivel and in close to Erzebet. Blades swing six different ways as he rushes - a whirling cascade of steel as he throws all he can into the Odessa loyalist. This isn't a fight he wanted but it's what he's got.

Blood splashes, both from the strikes of his swords and from the effects of Erzebet's peculiar ARM. The woman raves wildly, almost as if having a seizure. In a more sensible, composed moment he'd have the chance to think about what was going on.

But this is not that moment as the ancient weapon Haborym unleashes a point-blank barrage of shots right into the Double Dragon Duelist.

Then.... a bright flash.


NOW


The other Drifters came to Spira in many states of mind: confused, frightened, pained. Ashton Anchors was different. He awoke surrouned by friends and loved ones.

He awoke in a store room full of barrels.

Slowly, he came to. Everything hurt. And yet... it seemed okay. He wasn't dead. Nobody else around him was - though it was worrisome that everyone else was missing. They must have put him in here to rest while he mended. Gently, Ashton reminded himself to thank who ever had done so.

Running his hand along the nearest barrel gave the first clue that something was wrong. The wood felt like Bobelan palm but the tool marks were entirely wrong. A touch of the tongue confirmed the salt wasn't right either. The sellsword frowned. What was going on here?

There was only one way to know - find somebody.

The Symbological Swordsman stepped out of the storeroom and into the bright sun of late-day Luca. His eyes widened at the wild, foreign colors and the almost alien architecture. People dressed in clothing unlike he'd ever seen. All he could do was gawk in wonder.

It took a few moments, but one of the passers-by did notice him. The three-headed dragon man, covered in blood and reeking of powerful magics.

And then the screaming started.

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