she was beautiful, well for a human anyway, and deadly. We had stopped in a port to take on supplies when we were asked to transport a prisoner to the capital city for execution. I do remember that last fateful voyage though.
However, after seeing my ship swallowed by a huge sea monster and spending a month hiding in the darkness of its bowels I’m not so keen to set foot on another boat. I have only vague memories of the voyages on the underground waters but I do remember Captain Greyhold teaching me the skills of navigation. Before those last moments, I recall her pleading with the captain of the ship I came to know as the Even Keel to take me away as the refugees fled from my home town in the mountains. I remember my mother… my beloved mother, screaming out in pain as some unknown force broke her body and she too fell to their onslaught. I do remember the warriors in my clan fighting a desperate battle but they were crushed by the enemy like blades of grass under a giant’s foot. The attack of the beings we called “the faceless ones” is just a blur to me now. If I could actually remember what my home world looked like, I might be able to provide some comparisons but all I can remember are snippets of memories, like some broken dream… one I often wish I could forget. It all started about a week or two ago when I was pulled out of the Even Keel by a group of adventurers and found myself in an alien world.
#The journey back home full
“Finding yourself in a pit full of “mostly-dead” corpses and a couple of Carrion Crawlers with an Ettin, wielding huge meat cleavers, is not what I would class as the perfect ending to an already odd day."
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