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First Mate's Log: 16 Eleasis, 1359 DR
They laughed at me! I am Aria Stormborne, First Mate to the dread ship Widow's Cry, and they burst out laughing as if I were an imbecile or a jester! Not only did they laugh, they gave me the soundest beating I've had since old Ironbones! As I write this I wait for the poultice to work on my ribs. It was a miracle that I got away, really. They'll get what's coming to them, though. Mark my words, they'll regret it.
Right now, as much as it pains me to admit it, Dumah was right. Everything I had worked so hard for is gone. I'm little more than the sludge that floats around piers, and it makes me want to burn this place to the ground. Not that I could, anyways. I need a new crew, or new allies if I ever want to get out of this place. I may have to kiss up to Dumah and the woman who travels with him, even.
I'll first try the half- drunk young man who approached me in the market place. He had the look of a lordling fresh out of luck. Should be easy enough. I'll find others along the way, I'm sure.
I will also have to choke on my pride and deal with that half-rotten piece of chum they call the Beggar. I think he takes a perverse joy in this whole process, but I get gold at least, and gold is something I need the most right now. My trusted blade is gone along with the rest of my hard-earned gear and I weep inside at its loss. I'll have to claw my way up yet again.
They laughed at me! I am Aria Stormborne, First Mate to the dread ship Widow's Cry, and they burst out laughing as if I were an imbecile or a jester! Not only did they laugh, they gave me the soundest beating I've had since old Ironbones! As I write this I wait for the poultice to work on my ribs. It was a miracle that I got away, really. They'll get what's coming to them, though. Mark my words, they'll regret it.
Right now, as much as it pains me to admit it, Dumah was right. Everything I had worked so hard for is gone. I'm little more than the sludge that floats around piers, and it makes me want to burn this place to the ground. Not that I could, anyways. I need a new crew, or new allies if I ever want to get out of this place. I may have to kiss up to Dumah and the woman who travels with him, even.
I'll first try the half- drunk young man who approached me in the market place. He had the look of a lordling fresh out of luck. Should be easy enough. I'll find others along the way, I'm sure.
I will also have to choke on my pride and deal with that half-rotten piece of chum they call the Beggar. I think he takes a perverse joy in this whole process, but I get gold at least, and gold is something I need the most right now. My trusted blade is gone along with the rest of my hard-earned gear and I weep inside at its loss. I'll have to claw my way up yet again.