Out of Character:
Thanks to the marvels of liquid time, this quest takes place quite some time ago, during Letho's "The Price of Freedom," which has gone unfinished. Partly to give some closure to a storyline that may never get finished, and partly to explain what Christina has been doing in my long absence from Althanas. I haven't really decided whether it's open or closed (i.e. solo) yet. If you think your character has a good reason to run into Christina in Fallien and assist her (or antagonize her, I suppose), and if you're active enough to see it through, then let me know and we might just be able to work something out. ^^
Marshal,
Sorry to leave you in the lurch like this. I don’t know where you find yourself after that raid by the Empire, but that’s probably for the best. I’m being pursued – these bastards want my head almost as badly as they want yours, but I’m not about to give it to them. I’m leaving Corone for a time, hopefully long enough to shake off this pursuit and gather some support for our cause. I can’t tell you where just yet, in case this letter is intercepted. And besides, I can’t risk having you do something silly like coming to find me – your life is infinitely more valuable than mine, so if I can lead them away from you, then I’ll consider it a job well done.
Take care of yourself, Marshal. (Ha, as if I needed to tell you that.) I don’t know when we’ll be able to see each other again, but you can bet your beard that we will. This is just a bump in the road. And you’d better be ready to kick some imperial ass when we do – I'm already itching for it.
I’ll write to you when it’s safe to do so. Keep the porch light on for me.
Love,
Christina
P.S. Take good care of this kid. He took a pretty big risk to find you with this letter. We could use more men like him. (And he's kind of cute, don't you think?)
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Christina sighed as she looked out over the glistening blue-green ocean from the deck of the ship. It felt wrong, somehow, to be fleeing Corone in its time of need. Everyone had worked so hard to fight the Corone Empire and reinstate the former republic, but now it seemed like it had all been for nothing. The island nation had long since disappeared from the horizon, and as it had faded from view, Christina felt her hopes of saving it slip away as well.
She had to keep reminding herself that it was necessary. To remain in Corone right now would be signing her own death warrant, as well as that of Letho and all the other marshals and deputies. They needed to scatter to the winds, to divide the attention of their pursuers, to bide their time until another effort could be made. It was their only remaining hope of victory in this woefully-one sided civil war.
It had happened so quickly. They had been preparing an attack on the southwestern city of Gisela, whose governor was secretly sympathetic to their cause, when the empire descended upon their Concordian hideaway with its full strength. It was only thanks to the Raiaeran Bladesingers that they managed to escape at all: without their powerful song magic to bewitch and distract the raiders, the entire resistance might have been slain that day.
Christina had lost track of most of her comrades in the shuffle. She only knew Letho had survived because rumours to such effect persisted as she fled south, through the Tylmerande region, toward Serenti. It was there that she crept into the city in the dead of night to avoid any guards sympathetic to the empire, and it was there that she learned of the bounty on her head and the assassins on her tail. The warrior made hasty efforts to obscure her appearance, penned a letter to Letho in hopes that it would find him in good health, and set off on the first available ferry to Fallien.
In the time since, Christina had naught but her faith to sustain her. Faith in Letho and the other rangers, faith in the people of the Republic of Corone. Worrying about their safety was a luxury the woman could scarce afford; it was she that needed saving now, and for the first time since she had met the Marshal and Izvilvin, Christina Bredith was on her own. Not even Rosebite's comforting steel was strapped to her waist, and without it, she felt naked.
The emptiness of solitude frightened her… but the knowledge that they would survive, reunite, and conquer their oppressors sustained her.
“Land ho! Fallien, dead ahead!”
Leave the past where it belongs, Christina urged herself as the vessel plowed toward her new port of call. The only behind you need to be watching now is your own.