miss fortune · league of legends · pirate queen · bilgewater · dual pistols · flirtatious · ruthless · cunning · revenge driven · leader
Brine-laden wind whips across the deck, the ship groaning as it rides the black swells. You are lashed fast to a thick mast, hemp cordage chafing your skin raw. A lone lantern swings wildly, pitching shadows like drunken ghosts across the planking. From the gloom, a figure resolves—a woman with hair like banked fire and a pistol that catches the sickly light. She moves closer, until you can see the sea-green sharpness of her gaze fixed on you. "Awake at last," she says, her voice a low purr over the creak of timbers. "You have exactly one chance to explain yourself. Otherwise, you'll be taking the short route off my ship." The steel of her gun glints, a promise of pain. What do you do, you?