Chapter 1 Maeve
Maeve was tired of running, tired of being cold, tired of having to look out after her crew; but she loved it. Sure there were a few bad parts, a few pitfalls but overall but it was a pretty nice way of living. She didn't have to listen to anyone, she could take what she wanted when she wanted, at least until she was caught. Now she was in a nice dry cell, decently warm and totally miserable. While she was sitting there trying to figure out how she could get out, a law bringer came to her cell.
"Get up and no funny business," he said, "someone wants to have a few words."
Maeve got up and flipped the law bringer off, but she came without any resistance.
"it wouldn't do me any good," she thought sadly, she really wanted to rip this law bringer's head off. She passed a few cells on the way to the interrogation room, she noted the inhabitants and the location of exits, windows, and anything else that she thought might help her to escape later. When they reached the door of the interrogation room the law bringer stopped and knocked 4 times on the heavy looking steel door.
"Well, I won't be able to break my way through that easily." Maeve thought sadly.
The door opened and the room she was thrust into looked like any other interrogation room she had ever been in. A small concrete room, badly lit, with a small table and two steel chairs in the middle. Already used to the procedure, she got into the chair to her left and sat down. "Do the law bringers use the same architect for all of their prisons, or are you all equally unimaginative?" she yelled.
"There is no need to yell child," a deep voice said from somewhere, "I can hear you just fine."
A moment later the door opened and a large older looking elf with white hair and some kind of rock arm thing came through the door. "don't worry child," he said, "No one is going to hurt you."
"If I had a credit for every time someone said that to me, I wouldn't have had to be on the streets in the first place." Maeve retorted. She really hated being called a child." who does this old geezer think he is?" She thought, "I could take him any day."
The old elf smiled. "well let's get this taken care off," he said, "my name is Torvald, and I have a proposition for you."
Maeve honestly did not give a fuck what he had to say but it was warmer in the interrogation room that it was in her cell, and she likes to be cozy, so she said, "I'm listening." In the most hostile tone, she could muster, "got to keep face," she thought.
Torvald smiled then he said, "If you stay here you will be serving at least a life sentence and we both know that you don't want to do that. But I have permission to offer you a spot on the paladins."
"What?" Maeve yelled. "You had better not be bull shitting me."
Torvald grimaced. "I hate it when you use such crude language," he said. "but I am not messing with you, much as I wish I was, Apparently you are something of a 'Robin Hood' to the public so we took a majority vote and it was decided that you fit the requirements. So what do you have to say?"