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Martell Estate
Tor'Mur
Beach of the Estate
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As soon as Tor'Mur set foot on land, she unholstered her guns, a broad grin on her face. "Finally!" she exclaimed. She took long, confident strides forward, ignoring other pirates that got in her way as she simply plowed through them. Arriving at one of the side doors, she easily kicked it down with one foot, frightening the few occupants of the kitchen. Without even allowing any of them to speak, Tor shot the first person she saw right in the forehead. Finally processing what was happening, one of the maids screamed, and a man took up a rather large knife and came at the First Mate. Tor'Mur dropped her now-empty gun and caught the man's arm in her free hand, to which he responded with wide eyes. The man strained to pull his arm away, but Tor'Mur twisted it, causing him to fall to the ground. He didn't even have a chance to scream as the pirate stepped on his head with a sickening
crunch. She looked up from her prey, a demonic gleam in her eyes, "Anyone else?!"
Tor'Mur frowned in dismay as she looked around, realizing that everyone else had fled while she was busy with the man. "Fine," she growled. She kicked the dead body away in front of her and moved to the door to the main house, but not before swiping a freshly prepared pastry from one of the counters. Tor held the pastry between her teeth as she tried the door, only to find it was locked. The pirate merely rolled her eyes before throwing her shoulder against it, and the door gave way easily. Walking through the broken doorway, Tor finished eating the pastry as she looked down the hallway, deciding which way to go next. "Mmm, cherry," she mumbled to herself as she chose to go up some nearby stairs. A trail of bloody footprints followed in her wake.