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12-12-2013, 04:35 PM
A functional, legible but not particularly neat hand penned the contents of this leather-bound book.
First Mate's Log: 14 Eleasis, 1359 DR
Seems something old Ironbones beat into me has stuck. I could feel the skin of my back itching from past lashes as I bought this stupid thing. There's little point of me keeping a log. I have no ship anymore. According to many of the souls here I am now a prisoner of some force far greater than I could even conceive of, and I know that the Widow's Cry waits for no one. So here I find myself amongst these sorry landlocked sods.
I don't like it here. There's something about these streets, these stones that tugs on me like an undertow. That a part of me seemed to... know these streets made me only angrier. And what made me angriest of all was running into Dumah.
I'll admit that I felt some pang of regret as I fled through the dark from the slavers that had pursued us but the relief was far greater. That I didn't have to deal with his Gods-damned do-good bollocks was a boon. Still, he was an able travel companion and I could not fault his prowess. Too bad his little sacrifice was all in vain.
I should have known better. I had more than enough time to go around the town to the ship, but something dragged me in. I could feel in my bones that my choice was not completely my own as I passed the tightly boarded houses and through the stinking streets. As the new batch of slavers closed in, I knew that I was completely at their mercy and as furiously as I fought there was nothing I could do to stop the events from unfolding. Because I did not listen, I lost everything I had earned. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I will get back, though, and woe to those who stand in my way. I refuse to be anyone's pawn. I have spent too many years clawing my way to the top only to have it snatched away by some foreign man's whimsy.[/font]
First Mate's Log: 14 Eleasis, 1359 DR
Seems something old Ironbones beat into me has stuck. I could feel the skin of my back itching from past lashes as I bought this stupid thing. There's little point of me keeping a log. I have no ship anymore. According to many of the souls here I am now a prisoner of some force far greater than I could even conceive of, and I know that the Widow's Cry waits for no one. So here I find myself amongst these sorry landlocked sods.
I don't like it here. There's something about these streets, these stones that tugs on me like an undertow. That a part of me seemed to... know these streets made me only angrier. And what made me angriest of all was running into Dumah.
I'll admit that I felt some pang of regret as I fled through the dark from the slavers that had pursued us but the relief was far greater. That I didn't have to deal with his Gods-damned do-good bollocks was a boon. Still, he was an able travel companion and I could not fault his prowess. Too bad his little sacrifice was all in vain.
I should have known better. I had more than enough time to go around the town to the ship, but something dragged me in. I could feel in my bones that my choice was not completely my own as I passed the tightly boarded houses and through the stinking streets. As the new batch of slavers closed in, I knew that I was completely at their mercy and as furiously as I fought there was nothing I could do to stop the events from unfolding. Because I did not listen, I lost everything I had earned. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I will get back, though, and woe to those who stand in my way. I refuse to be anyone's pawn. I have spent too many years clawing my way to the top only to have it snatched away by some foreign man's whimsy.[/font]