Protectorate

Admiral Levins surveyed the destruction with disconnected apathy. When his fleet of five had arrived, they found the city under siege from slaves and commoners alike. He had immediately ordered all ships to fire upon the town, not sparing a single thought of innocent casualties.

He did have to court marshall one of his captains when they refused his order but the orders were eventually carried out. The once prosperous port city was a burned-out husk. And he held a scarf over his face so as not to inhale the stench and insanity that had permeated the entire town.

His guards shoved corpses out of the way as he moved down the main avenue. Despite all the destruction, some rebels and their sympathizers had survived. He was here to pass judgment on them so he could move on to the next location. He had also heard rumors of one of the pirate kings' forces moving through the area and hoped for a confrontation.

Although that seemed slim with Prince Lameen ordering him around the area like a tr