We visited Frostfound briefly, this morning. It's not like they're expensive, these days. Perhaps I will bring some on my next return. We not-so-subtly suggested I should bring her a gift if I return of course, there's only really one thing that makes a suitable gift for devils. She said she was the guardian of the gate, and while I was not permitted to enter, we enjoyed tea and some kind of little crumbly biscuit I'd never seen before. I met a kindly or at least charming deviless. Devils are many things, after all, but rarely impolite. I wanted to see what they would say if I simply walked up and said hello. I, meanwhile, ascended the volcano said to be home to hellish exiles. I wanted to be sure we could zail with the light on as much as possible, as the events of our voyage so far have already started unnerving the crew. As we made landfall, I set Grandalt the task of replenishing our fuel stores I gave him an unusually large budget for it. Once more, we made a short trip without lights, in order to avoid the attentions of devilish pirates I had no attention of confronting. We needed a replacement, anyway Everything worked out, in the end. I would not want to condemn anyone to a life here I permitted her to come aboard, although the other crew were not keen on the idea. She was as strange as anyone here, but seemed earnest she also seemed like she wanted off the island. I did not want to spend overly-long here, as the only thing more frustrating than a port full of questions is a port that has answers that no-one will tell you. I wasted no time in going ashore and seeking out the Admiralty's contact. Palmerston.Ī short trip later, made without the light on to avoid a Lifeburg, had us arriving in Codex. A short jaunt to Codex, and then east to Mt. I think my crew blame me for the encounter and I suppose, in a way, they are right too. We attempted to escape from it post-haste, but it was far faster than we were - the creature ate Voltaic before we were able to get back onto the quay proper. Darwin's theories that such a creature would come to exist down here in the relatively short time between the First City and now. It's a remarkable adaptation A real testament to Mr. The glowing figure was nothing but a trap made to lure the curious into the maw of a waiting serpent! I've never heard of such a thing. I wanted to learn why she was out on her own, near the zee my crew seemed skeptical, but they often do, and things usually turn out well. This is the result of the 'Explore wither' card, today. I was with several of my zailors, who were laughing a bit about the local customs, when I saw the woman. It was several hours of questions answered with questions, but I cannot say it was entirely without profit. I permitted the crew a few hours on land while I went ashore with Maybe's Daughter I wished to collect a port report while she searched for her mother. Once more, we passed under Censor's Arch and docked at Wither. ![]() ![]() Or maybe it is the soul escaping the body to find new life? Does this happen to soulless tomb-colonists? I have so many questions and nobody willing to answer them. Perhaps they eat the eggs of some kind of creature. How fascinating! I never knew that something like a tomb-colonists could bring new life to the 'Neath. metamorphosis, but I was not able to get close enough to determine the true nature of it. One of the tomb-colonists seemed to be undergoing some kind of. As I was catching up on what had been happening among the dead, I encountered a strange scene in one of the small parks that spring up between the buildings. I went ashore shortly Just long enough to do a little business with the locals, and learn the goings-on in port. You this event anytime you leave London with the Nightmares trait, basically immediately.īut our trip to Venderbight has been harmless, save a run in with a small pirate ship that ended quickly and painlessly for us. They would probably say it was a bad omen but I don't believe in such things. I had a dream that the crew would have probably been disturbed by last night, before we set out. Our hold is full, and many of the crew have shaken off the worst of the terrors of the zee, I think. Our departure from London went as planned. Part 15: A bloody voyage Journal entry 14 A bloody voyageįrom the journal of Captain Petra Blackwood
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