The ship was burning, the corpse of the councilman was a mutated husk of left over remains, I had my sword again (because it seems everyone who takes this from me just leaves it lying around right next to their bodies), and next to no clothing (because when you are a whipping boy no one really cares how properly dressed you are). I'd burned the exit, the ship was full of people who wanted to kill me and I was completely insane. Like laughing while swinging burnt body parts around in a room quickly filling with fire crazy.
Even then though I still had self preservation (yes even crazy people don't want to burn to death). Now a normal not insane fire user might think that more fire would not be an optimal solution, but again I was crazier than that guy down the street who think he's a god (no not Valrym, this is some other nutter that lives near me, he's facisinating in that "What the hell is wrong with you?" sort of way, but I digress). So I of course thought the solution to my problem was to just blow a hole through the hull of the ship to escape into the freezing cold water (like I said I was crazy). Ordinarily this would take time, you have to worry about using too much magic, or burning down the part of the ship you were in, not so much when you are insane, nope I just conjured a large fireball (thank whatever gods I deal with that the idiot councilman had a wood ship, though I guess if it was metal it wouldn't have caught fire in the first place) and vaporized the wood between me and the outside. The cold wind actually rushed through and put out the flames from what I had destroyed.
I had planned on just leaping into the water (again must I remind you, I WAS INSANE!), but luck had been kind to me, below the hole I'd blown in the ship was a group of soldiers escaping the flaming wreck. So of course I lept off the ship, landed in the boat, murdered all the people on board and rowed the boat to shore (I did all of that while singing a song I can not recall the words to, but I think it had something to do with murder, I don't know for sure, I just recall being deliriously happy about having killed a lot of people). When I got to shore there were members of the Red Hand military who had arrived to figure out what was going on, I didn't let them ask me a question I killed them too and kept walking, though I did steal some clothes from one of the dead people.
Things were only about to get worse of course. I was a person gibberingly insane in the middle of a city full of people who I felt had wronged me, while disguised as those very people. If you think things got worse before they got better, you are absolutely right. Though better is obviously a matter of opinion, because for me that was one of the happiest times of my life, which is scary to say when I was basically a walking murder machine hell bent on killing everyone who looked at me funny.
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