Captains Log V

Secondmonth 19th

Sigrid took a bit longer than usual talking with Mr. Morek. We should be heading to where we think the temple is in due time.

Today it seems Rellik regained his voice. He’s decided we’re not going anywhere until Mischa dies. The others agreed that an unhappy Rellik make for an unhealthy crew, so we went back to Ao-manasa.

Secondmonth 20th

Today was another enlightening day. Another person had been a victim of the yellow rose killings, but we went on to kill Mischa anyway. After pestering her about the Hora Quan, Sigrid figured out she killed her father. About damn time. Before she’d answer anymore questions however, Rellik stabbed Mishca from behind (I still have no idea how he got there…) so Sorern and I just went along and mauled her. The butler came in, but Sigrid was able to pin him. We found some poison vials and yellow roses in Mishcas room, so we placed them with her. I also found some booze, which Sorern says is Magical.

We slinked on over to the Black Angle, and waited around with mazquar until Gannen arrived. We talked with him some, and my witch sight told me he was a champion of death. However, Sigrid says the most unlawful thing he’s ever done is the illegal arena fights. Oddly, Ea-Shamar busted in and arrested him for the yellow rose murders, sending Sigird into a completely incomprehensible mess. Since we might end up suspects for Mishcas death, we decided to high tail it outta there, and we set sail for Ozymandius’ tomb.

So that’s what we’re doing now. However, I have the worst feeling it’s going to take us a while to get going.

Secondmonth 21st.

Nothing peculiar today. Weathers nondescript, Relliks off hiding somewhere, Sorerns…. I have no idea what that little biter does. One thing though, Sigrids not around. She said, or mumbled rather, something about going down to the hull to think. She’s locked herself in a storage room and has been mostly quiet, except for the occasional muttering about justice and Gannen and Ea-shamar, Sa-Follen, Mishca, the knights of the axe, and some other silly stuff. I think she’s off her rockers….

Secondmonth 22nd.

Now we’re talking. We’re being blown way on… into…. Through our course. We’re being blown west by this powerful wind storm, and I’m loving it. I’ve heard some unsettling bumps and crashes from down below, and Sigrid yelling about the weather and her purpose or something. Sorern nearly fell off the deck twice, but I’m not so worried about that. Mark’s shark can grab him. Heh. I bet that’d scare ‘im.

Secondmonth 23rd.

Okay, this is ridiculous. The storm has continued for a full day. We completely whizzed past the temple, so now we’re moving against the storm. Other than that no eventful changes….

Secondmonth 24th

It’s cold, and Sigirds been more quiet than normal, but the winds have died, and we’ll make it back to the temple in due time.


We’ve reached the island, and I’ve set the crew on high alert for Giant Crabs. Accursed critters….

Secondmonth 25th.

We slept through the night without any crab ambushes, but I still don’t trust the buggers. We’re leaving the island as soon as possible. Sorern and I took a bit to calculate where we were going exactly, but with my nautical expertise we got it down pat.

Captains Log IV

Secondmonth 16th (cont.)

Sorern finally finished scrying those items. Nothing much new about the stones, the sword has necromantic powers, is empathetically intelligent, but its powers are bound somehow. It can be unbound in some temple of the Hora Quan, but I’m not entirely sure what that’ll do…. We’ll probably mess around with it anyhow.

We convinced Rellik to stay at the ship while we went to the Mevarin household. We didn’t want any unpleasant err, assassinations during our visit. We were greeted by this quirky butler who decided we were all pirates. He changed his mind about me when I said I was a pirate, because I was telling the truth, and pirates lie, or something. I love old geezer logic.

Mischa was rather collected for someone who’s just lost a supposedly loved one. But I’m not one to pry into personal lives… unless gold is involved. Yarrrr….. in any event, we found some useful documents Sorern translated talking about some champion of Ozymandius.

After we were done there, I decided I would take it upon myself to teach Sorern about the wonders of Rum at the Black Angle. Sigrid didn’t seem too against this, so I figure that’s a good sign.

Getting tanked with a Faen turns out to be not such a good idea. Not only am I still hung-over, we nearly got into a bar fight together, and I’ve seen magic users in bar fights. After about 10 seconds they couldn’t be consider bar fights so much as all out battles. Tillienne seemed to have similar experience. Apparently Gannen knew something about the sword, so Sigird talked with him a bit about that… didn’t yield any new information, but at least it’s likely improved our cred.

Oh, I also picked up my headband-o-wisdom. I look so kickass with it on.

On our way back to the ship, we ran into James and a couple of ruffians. They were shaking him down, but apparently only for the sake of beating him up. When we showed up, they left, muttering something about Illiam. I better track him down before he pulls something like this again.

Anyway, James annoyed us for a bit until Sigird paid him off to leave. I don’t know why she encourages him.

We passed a ship with a bunch of pirates who looked like Illiams ilk, so we got in our ship, and I just ordered everyone to follow them when they took off, and everyone, even Sigrid, complied… I’m such a good captain.

We followed them up the coast a few miles, but then the fog set in…. it was unnaturally fast, and I immediately thought it might be magical. It lifted maybe a quarter of a bell later, and the other ship was gone. More oddly, we seemed to be in a drastically different place. But we had traveled very slowly, as there were sharp rocks about… we searched for any signs of magic or secret passages, but found none. We decided to investigate it later, and we headed down to Sigrid’s superiors island.

Secondmonth 17th

We enjoyed a lovely ice storm today. It would delay us, but I was not daunted. Sigrid… did not share the sentiment. She made the throwaway comment of “Stupid fucking ice makes me so cold. Hate hate hates it.” I tried to freeze her by looking at her. While I did not entirely succeed, I think it got the point across.

Memo to self: Must learn how to freeze people by gazing at them.

Secondmonth 18th

*sigh* the ice storm stopped earlier this morning, but winds have picked up and we should make it to the island by tomorrow. It’s times like these on the seas when I think it’s all going to well… it seems like we should either be pursuing some ship, being pursued, carrying contraband, being in a sea storm, or being attacked by some monster…. Things have been too quiet lately… perhaps that monster is stalking us…. Ah, what am I thinking? I’m getting paranoid… but still… that monster took us completely by surprise. Even if it wasn’t specifically following us…. I have to be prepared, and I mustn’t fail to protect my crew and ship.

Secondmonth 19th

Sigrid took a bit longer than usual talking with Mr. Morek. We should be heading to where we think the temple is in due time.

Captains Log III

Secondmonth 11th (cont.)

Today was rather interesting… and enlightening…

After cashing our relics, we a lovely chat about our pasts at the Twisted Fish tavern. Well, just me and Sigrid. Sorern has kept himself quite busy in the hull with the sword and stones…. A little too busy. I worry about that little biter and what he does in his spare time…

In any event, turns out Sigrid lost her left pinky when she was dealing with “Capitalist Fascism”. Form what I gather, this seems to be her punishment for having stolen some desperately needed food. She also tried to champion life, but then she decided not all life was worth keeping around. I just mentioned some about Uncle Grizby and Captain Bonnet.

Sigrid went to the new captain of the guard, and learned more about a certain murder. A calling card was left; a yellow rose. Also, they suspect Rellik and I because we were the suspects for the murder of Sa-Follen, and the same poison was used on that damned guard as this amateur historian noblemen… Kedlar Mevarin.

So then we go to this tavern, the Black Angle. Some local hangout for the underground arena which apparently even the guard knows somethings about. Outside of course, we ran into that damned kid, James. Annoying little bugger said he’d seen someone who might’ve been Mark go into the tavern. So we told him to deliver some bogus message to get rid of him, and we went in the tavern.

We did in fact run into Mark, who knew just as much as I did about who survived the wreck and who didn’t. He had heard some rumors of an Illiam with a pirating ship… It should be interesting to see if our paths cross… he was close to starting a munity. Mark decided to sign on with our ship, and has gone back to the Ocean’s Blade

There we learned the bartendress, Tillienne, coordinated the arena, and that a certain Baern (coincidentally Relliks mark) was fighting against a Verrik named Mazquar. There was also an interesting figure, Gannen. Some old fighter for the arena whose matches are always to the death. He also dabbles poison, but he knew nothing about the poison used for the murder of Sa-Follen and Kedlar, Cryztal Scorpion Poison.

I was also able to order a special wisdom enhancing item from Cer-Athane, a gaintish magic user.

So, Rellik and I thought up a brilliant plan. Rellik bought some lethal poison from Gannen, and then we told James (who had returned from his frivolous mission) that it was sword polish, and to polish Mazquars sword. He did this quite ecstatically, and Mazquar was none the wiser.

We attended the match and bet a good few coins on Mazquar, who did in fact win, indirectly killing Baern. At least, Rellik and I made some good money. Sigrid would have none of it, naturally. She did get drunk though…

Rellik wants to return to his superiors island, so we shall set sail in the morning.. It should be a good chance to let the whole poisoning Mazquars sword blow over, if anyone did take note of it…

Secondmonth 12th

Sailing conditions have been… less than favourable, but not entirely rotten. It’s been cold, and snowing, but the only real problem has been the substantial winds. It may take us longer to reach Rellik’s Island.

Secondmonth 13th

Conditions have neither improved nor worsened. We should reach our destination tomorrow

Secondmonth 14th

We arrived at Rellik’s Island, and he took the better half of the morning talking with his handler. He has a new mark, Mischa Mevarin. I’ve asked Rellik to refrain from killing this Mischa until we know more, because she may be related to the murdered nobleman.

Secondmonth 15th

I’m quite enjoying the snow now that the winds have died down. Sigrid isn’t happy about it. She’s been complaining about her plate armor, and the crows nest has a nice layer of snow in it. It’ll do her good to be down on the deck more…

I am glad for the distraction though… I often am worried as we set sail, that this ship will face the same fate as Captain Bonnets…. I’m trying to forget the horros I saw, and the body… but at the same time, I cannot forget what that demon looked like… and I cannot allow the same thing to happen… I must hone my witch powers... I cannot allow a such a mistake to be made again…

Secondmonth 16th

After returning to Ao-Manasa, we’ve made some more developments in the murderous mystery…. Or are they mysterious murders? Or… murderously mysterious murders of mystery? I should stop trying…

Anyway, another historian has been murdered... but an actual historian, not just some amateur. Dialle Westing… also, Sigrid has confirmed with Ea-Shamar that Mishca Mevrin is, or was, Kedlar Mevarins daughter. We should ask her what he was researching at the time…

Ironically enough, while Sigrid was checking in with Ea-Shamar, Rellik and I ran into a girl who alter turned out to be Mischa. She wanted us to deliver a letter to Gannen, as she had seen us talking with him. After she was out of sight, I dutifully opened the letter and read it. I almost wished I hadn’t. it was some sickening love letter to Gannen, whose got to be close to ten years older than her… there was one useful item in it.. it turns out Gannens Arena name is “Gannen of the Yellow Rose”. Perhaps he did the murders (he is rather knowledgeable about poisons), or someone is attempting to frame him.

Rellik was able to reseal the letter and we delivered it to Gannen, who, based on his bored reaction, probably wouldn’t have cared much if he knew we had read it. While we were with him, we probed him about the murders, the yellow rose, and who he’s sold poisons to recently. He was aggravatingly apathetic towards everything, saying that he didn’t commit the murders, knew nothing of the framers or where they go the poisons. What worried me though was that he did not keep track of who he sold his poinson to. Even I cannot afford to be so careless with whom I deal…

Thinking of which, I should stop by and see if Taevin has any information or jobs….

Sigrid has gone to report the yellow rose findings with Ea-Shamar, while Rellik and I have returned to the ship. With some down-time, I’ve written this entry. I still haven’t seen Sorern in a while… I’ll check on him in a minute. We’ll want to re-organize and plan our next move.

Captains Log II

Secondmonth 9th

When we entered the Tomb on the Fourth, I had no inclination to stay more than a few hours. I suspect there is some form of curse on that Tomb… a curse of madness and persistence.
The first thing we saw in the Tomb was a sarcophagus with some relics on it. There was something of a moat between us and it, so Rellik tied a rope from some rubble nearby to it. We crossed with… moderate success.. Sigrid and I fell in, but Rellik was able to levitate us up. When Sorern picked up the relics, it opened a door behind us, revealing two, over-sized blue stone bears. One of the bloody animals grabbed a hold of me, but I blasted ice in its face, and killed it, stopping it cold in its tracks.

The door also led to a room in which strange depictions of a battle between humans and dragons... and a strange light moving across the floor. We found a secret compartment with some strange blue stones and a sword we are in the process of identifying. So far it seems to be necromantic in nature and very powerful. We were also able to understand an inscription on the wall that said:

Keep these words
Who finds them here
Beneath a bitter moon
Your path is found
By dragon bound
By ritual and rune.

After searching the rest of the tomb, we found a box with a lock of hair in it, and another sword, which I can detect no magic in.

This is where the madness set in…. we scoured the tomb for more relics and treasures, but found none. We rested periodically, when we assumed it was night, but we never just looked out the main entrance, which was only a giant’s reach from where we usually were. Even I cannot explain why I continued searching. We destroyed certain parts of the tomb, searching for more passageways, but found none. Sigrid took it harder than the rest of us. She complained and threatened to leave the tomb, which she could have done at any time, even to just breathe in the fresh air, as we all could and probably should have, but none of us did.

When we finally broke free from the madness and emerged from the Tomb, the sun was rising. Yet only a few bells later, dark storm clouds massed in our path. I knew the Ocean’s Blade could not take what this storm could become head on, so I diverted the course in an attempt to avoid the worst of it. The storm was unpredictable and ever-changing, and I was (and still am) not in the best condition for any form of thought, so I had to continually check the sky and my charts. Sigrid asked if we were lost. I told her I was taking a different course, and hoped that would assure her. I doubt she has faith in my abilities as a captain though. I’ll need to prove to her that I am capable… even if mutiny would clash with her morals; I know any unrest in the crew can be dangerous…

I need some rum…



Secondmonth 10th

The storm cleared up early in the morning, and Sorern and I were awake, so we plotted a direct course to Ao-manasa. Sigrid dosen’t seem to understand much of navigation on the sea. She finds it hard to comprehend a correlation between the stars and navigation! Perhaps if I taught her some basics she would respect my position more… she has retreated to the Crows nest, and I doubt she’ll return anytime later.

Secondmonth 11th

We’ve returned to the ship for an evening planning session. When we arrived in Ao-manasa earlier today, we went into a local tavern for an early meal. After some gossiping, we learned of a few interesting events…. Namely, the murder of some nobleman involving a yellow rose being left behind, and some wanted posters for the murderers of Sa-Follen. The posters have what could be a humanoid shadow and a dashing pirate with roguishly good looks. They didn’t get the chin quite right, but you can see they were inspired.

Apparently the underground gladiator arena is having a series of matches in honour of Sa-Follen. Should be the criminal social event of the season. Rellik and myself will most likely stop by to look for more information.

I saw Taevin Brightfind. I received 5,000 queens (1,250 for each member of the crew) for the two scepter heads, the crown, the sword, and the box with the lock of hair.

Captains Log I

Firstmonth 23^rd

After swimming through the ocean to reach civilization, I have been able to purchase a fine ship, a Pinnace, to carry on my piratey ways. I will not forget the horrors that claimed my old captain and the rest of the crew… I wonder, did any of the others survive? The attack was so sudden and chaotic… the water was roiling, and I dared not try to see if any survived. I’m lucky the monster didn’t see me… perhaps another died distracting it, intentionally or not, from me…

In any event, I shall need a crew. The Pinnace is a four man ship, and I only count for one… I’ll head to Ao-Manasa… Captain was going to meet some Quickling named Taevin but… I know he didn’t make it. I’ll see if he can get me a job.

Firstmonth 24^th

Note to self: never man this ship alone again. EVER.

Firstmonth 25^th

After… moderate success, I have docked the ship at Ao-Manasa, paying 5 Queens… the Captain of the Guard still wanted to inspect my ship though. My ship! The nerve of these Giants... I may have to pay him a visit tonight…

Firstmonth 26^th

I have a crew. Only four people including me, but it’s enough to man the ship. And these aren’t the regular dredge of pirates. In fact, it’s a Faen Magister, some shady Mojh assassin and, get this, a Champion of Justice working for the Knights of the Axe. Funny story really, when I went to visit our good friend the Guard Captain, turned out these three others were there too, to kill him. We sort of banded together, but when we got to the guys room… he was already dead. Since two of them were taking orders from organizations, I suspect they might’ve been set up… then again, 4 people did want him dead. I wouldn’t be surprised if there was a 5^th… or even a seventh for that matter.

In any event, as soon as we find the guy dead, some other guardsmen start banging on the door. Rellik, the Mojh, throws a rope up a chimney, and I follow him up that way. The Champion of Justice, Sigrid, decides since she’s innocent, she should just surrender and she’ll be let off the hook. The Faen also followed us… for a time. You see, we decided to do some roof-top to roof-top jumping to get to my beauteous Pinnace, Ocean’s Blade, but this Faen fails horribly, and got captured by the guards.

Now, I had already decided these three might be just the people for my crew, so we sailed out for a couple of hours, but came back for them. They were looking for a ship anyway, so I made them an offer to crew my ship. They agreed, except Sigrid demanded to be first mate…. Whatever.

I went to see Taevin. Rellik tried to follow me, but I sent him back to the ship. Taevin says theres this big fancy noble collector what wants us to explore some long abandoned tomb for relics. The collector is offering 2000 queens a pop for ‘em. Taevin’ll split that with me. Of course, when I tell my crew this, they demand 250 a piece as well… which I assume is fine, so long as we find at least 4 of these vague relics.

We set sail to Sorern’s (the Loresong Faen) island he wanted to go to. See some Dragon what told him to kill the guard. I plan to let everyone check up with their respective employers, then we go to the tomb.

Firstmonth 27^th

We arrived at this dragons island, Sorern talked to it, and apparently did a job well done. The dragon might call on him again for services, but I don’t have a problem with that.

Firstmonth 28^th

We arrived at the island of the Kinghts of the Axe. Sigrid talked to her higher-ups, and had some new mission. She won’t talk about it. Every time I ask she just shrugs it off. Damn Knights. She says she just needs to get to someplace at a certain time in the future.

Secondmonth 1^st

Sailing conditions favourable. We’ll likely get to Relliks island in shorter time than it would take.

Secondmonth 2^nd

Winds have pushed us slightly off course, nothing damaging at all though. Sigrid has er, banished herself to the crows nest, normally Relliks sleeping place, and has started writing really bad poetry.

Secondmonth 3^rd

We arrived at Rellik's destination. He took no extra time in getting in and out, saying nothing but that he had a new mark. We were able to depart early. The Tombs isle is nearby.