Wyrd Tales in Port Doom

Quartermaster's Log: Filthy Lucre, Day 8

Navigating the Reef was a bit dodgy this time around. The wizard spied gold underneath the waters, and I saw the Captain’s eyes get big as saucers at the thought of booty.

I’ve seen that look a time or two. Bodes well for the voyage, but bad for the crew.

Sure enough, the Captain took a couple friends with her in the jolly-boat, stripped down to her skivvies, clapped a dagger in her mouth, and dove right in. And sure enough she came up with danger in tow – sea devils.

Now I’ve seen a few of the buggers in the past – one caught in a trawling net, and one swept up on shore with a harpoon through it’s belly. But this was the first time I’d ever seen on moving about. Or, in this case, a dozen.

The fight was over quickly. One of the buggers must’ve been not only a sea devil, but a sea witch, because it surfaced long enough to spit magic at the the elf wizard. He spat magic right back – striking the water with bolts of lightning and killing who known how many of the devils below the water.

The Captain wasn’t done yet, though. After dealing with the devils, she and her friends dove back down, caused the water to run red, and came back up with enough plunder to make this voyage a success already.

All in all, a good day, I think.

Filthy Lucre, Day 10

Morale on the crew is mixed as we approach the Mists. Even after the Captain quashed talk of turning around and heading back to port with our booty, the rumbles are still there. The Captain’s friends have been working the crew to keep those rumbles manageable. The little fellow – Cogwin – has filled their heads with visions of treasures that make the gold in our hold look like a pauper’s purse.

I’ve been reading through Barbarossa’s logs again – looking for anything I might’ve missed before. I can’t shake the feeling that we’re missing something.

Filthy Lucre, Day 13

I want to go home.


Filthy Lucre, Day 15

It’s been a few days since we came through the Mists, and I can finally write without shaking. The sun is the only thing that makes me feel safe any more.

The thing in the Mists wasn’t there last time. Truth be told, I’m not sure it was really there at all.

Still, some of the crew have been talking about making landfall somewhere and just staying. Anything to not go through those MIsts again.

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