It has taken some time for me to gather my thoughts… So much has happened since last I wrote. After some downtime from the fighting we were finally slotted to be rotated home. I’ll admit I had mixed feelings about returning to Akadimar after experiencing a bit of the world beyond it’s coastline. Finding Windsplitter has shown me that the secrets of my heritage lie not in the Kingdom… but in the lands beyond. That is assuming we can get off this cursed island.
Hmmmmm, I suppose I should start there…
We were being rotated home aboard the Sea Otter, a nice enough vessel I suppose. The days passed with me keeping to my own thought more than usual (as I mentioned, I had mixed feelings about returning home). Perhaps if I were not so stuck in my own head I could have seen the signs of betrayal before they struck. Instead I awoke on a beach, head pounding, with my comrades and a few other passengers. The Sea Otter was wrecked and caught upon the reefs just off shore. But we were not alone… large crustaceans attacked the unconscious forms of the survivors, looking for an easy meal…
After defeating these creatures, securing the beach as well as other passengers, we took stock for what we had and where we were. Through some discussion and consulting of maps we learned we were on Sailor’s Hook, a place of haunting myths and cannibalistic legends. So far my experiences here give these tales some validity.
Despite the harsh conditions and contracting Mindfire for a time I did my best to take care of the survivors the only way I knew how… by keeping them alive. I pushed myself hard everyday. Securing the camp each night, setting rations each morning and keeping alert till my eyes go blurry. All the while anger burned in my belly for the one who brought us here. The mysterious passenger Celia. A woman that by our accounts charmed the captain, and betrayed the crew. It is by her design that we landed on Sailor’s Hook. Although I doubt she cared if we survived.
It has now been several days upon the Hook. It is no walk in the park but together we push on. It is good that Palomar works to lift the spirits. Although I could do less with the preaching myself. I respect his view and that of the Sovereign Host but it is not my own. I look to the old ways of my people, and will seek to bring that culture back to fey if possible.
Still, his words seem to calm and soothe the nerves of the other passengers. Especially those of Ness Ramora. She was all manner of thunder and lightening before… now she seems to have found some comfort in his words. Perhaps more the way they read together each night. Odd timing to be focused on such things.
Of the other survivors, I seem to be getting along with Casandra well enough, although I fear she is a few birds short of a full flock. Still, her knowledge of nature makes it easy to discuss the needs of the camp. She has been the only one of the other survivors to routinely help with making and setting camp each night. I’ve conferred with her often sharing what I’ve learned of the flora and fauna here… If I fall she will be the groups hope to avoid any natural dangers.
But perhaps I myself am too focused on just survival. These are indeed individuals with something to say. Perfect example is the prison… no.. the Priest known as Dask. He was brought on board in chains and truth I gave him little thought. I’ve helped track down many a criminal for this reason or that. Yet through exploration of a known wreck we have found evidence that exonerates him of wrong doing. It was actually my close friend Khaine who supported the stop to give Dask a chance to prove his innocence.
I know that some of the others have stories… or have heard legends of Sailor’s Hook… as such I find my anger slowly being tempered by curiosity with my patience and logic returning. Perhaps the Mindfire’s lingering effects have finally abated showing me the questions that I wished answered.
Where is Celia going and why did she risk her (and our) life to come here?
What treasures lie off the coast, lost to time?
What is the winged creature that plagues our nights and my dreams?
What other secrets and dangers does this land hold?