Discord
Changelog
12-23-2013, 03:45 PM
4 Eleint, 1359 DR
It's working, now. Dumah and I have a truce, and it's working out. It seems that he's decided to be more open about his faith and his practicing of it, so perhaps this is why he's decided to turn the other cheek? I think it's silliness, but I'm not about to dissuade him from his decision. I fight, I play nice, and I get enough gold to keep myself well basted in booze and improve on my equipment. I've also been fortunate enough to avoid the she-demon that I had the misfortune of meeting a few weeks back. Praise be to whatever god arranged that. I still need to pay off her buddy, and then I can wash my hands clean of it all. The month is coming up fast, so I'd better track her down and be done with it.
However, all the booze in the world won't touch the growing ache I'm beginning to feel. This landlocked cesspool is starting to feel more and more like a cage. Sometimes I can swear I hear the cries of the gulls and the lapping of water against wood but when I look it quickly becomes clear that it's just a manifestation of a yearning heart. I've rarely spent this much time on land since I first started my life on the sea. I miss the rolling waves, the smell of saltwater and the feel of the sun on my face. I miss the songs and camaraderie as we worked. The ache I feel in my muscles is just not the same. Call me a madwoman, but I even miss feeling Umberlee's fury as we struggled to keep afloat.
Perhaps what I miss the most is the stars. They're just not the same here. There was nothing like laying on the deck at night and watching them as they shimmered in the night sky. There was no light save for perhaps a lantern and the moon. The sky would just come alive with those winking gems and the surface of the water would multiply them until the entire world was made of starlight, it seemed.
And if I keep writing about this, I'll sink further into despair and into the bottle. I'm homesick, I think. I find only fragments of peace here and there, at best. *Here, it seems she was tapping the page in thought with the tip of her quill, leaving patch of dots*
Perhaps one more bottle and I can forget it all for the night.
It's working, now. Dumah and I have a truce, and it's working out. It seems that he's decided to be more open about his faith and his practicing of it, so perhaps this is why he's decided to turn the other cheek? I think it's silliness, but I'm not about to dissuade him from his decision. I fight, I play nice, and I get enough gold to keep myself well basted in booze and improve on my equipment. I've also been fortunate enough to avoid the she-demon that I had the misfortune of meeting a few weeks back. Praise be to whatever god arranged that. I still need to pay off her buddy, and then I can wash my hands clean of it all. The month is coming up fast, so I'd better track her down and be done with it.
However, all the booze in the world won't touch the growing ache I'm beginning to feel. This landlocked cesspool is starting to feel more and more like a cage. Sometimes I can swear I hear the cries of the gulls and the lapping of water against wood but when I look it quickly becomes clear that it's just a manifestation of a yearning heart. I've rarely spent this much time on land since I first started my life on the sea. I miss the rolling waves, the smell of saltwater and the feel of the sun on my face. I miss the songs and camaraderie as we worked. The ache I feel in my muscles is just not the same. Call me a madwoman, but I even miss feeling Umberlee's fury as we struggled to keep afloat.
Perhaps what I miss the most is the stars. They're just not the same here. There was nothing like laying on the deck at night and watching them as they shimmered in the night sky. There was no light save for perhaps a lantern and the moon. The sky would just come alive with those winking gems and the surface of the water would multiply them until the entire world was made of starlight, it seemed.
And if I keep writing about this, I'll sink further into despair and into the bottle. I'm homesick, I think. I find only fragments of peace here and there, at best. *Here, it seems she was tapping the page in thought with the tip of her quill, leaving patch of dots*
Perhaps one more bottle and I can forget it all for the night.