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<blockquote data-quote="Brimshack" data-source="post: 3140888" data-attributes="member: 34694"><p>My friends, I have done telling you the elements of the back story, From this day forth my entries will be those of a true journal, related as soon after the actual events as I can find the time to get them on paper. As I write this, I am in my bunk at anchor in a human port. Our Minotaur friend is pacing the small quarters nervously and a goblin woman mopes in her own bunk. From the very next room I can actually hear my Ogre friend gritting his teeth. No-one is sleeping well at the moment, at least not until our larger companions collapse in their own exhaustion. For while I and the fair skinned among us are quite capable of setting foot in this human settlement, much of our crew has been forced to hide below deck or at least to keep their appearances above deck to a minimum. Their nerves are straining heavily even as I and others are enjoying a break. </p><p></p><p> It is amazing how difficult it is for the land loving to remain aboard a ship once land is in sight. The same brave souls who happily do their work while at sea can hardly restrain themselves when land tempts them from so little distance. Silly creatures to love land so much; it is a weakness and I pray it will not be our undoing. Still, we cannot afford the risk of being found out. The humans must not learn the nature of our crew, and still more importantly, they must not learn of our mission. The monsters among us will have to remain below deck until we can leave this port. More is the pity, that may be awhile.</p><p></p><p> This is apparently, the last place where the black fleet dropped anchor. We know that 6 or more ships sailed on past this harbour and that 6 of them dropped anchor out here in the bay well away from the docks. In all probability they keep their distance from the docks for the same reason that we are, to keep the humans from learning too much about the crew of their ships.</p><p></p><p> On first arriving in this port, we were greeted by a flunky to the harbour master while a sea elf investigated our ship from below. It is fortunate that Nahala, the shark woman, passes easily for such an elf herself, but it is less fortunate that we had not named our ship before pulling into port. The humans who were so kind as to surrender this ship to us in the wake of a rather bloody battle were never consulted on the matter, and it seems that several discussions never quite brought us to the point of an actual decision. When asked the name of our ship, our Captain, Xavier, told the harbour flunky that we were aboard the “Setting Sun.” Asked the same question by the Sea Elf, Nahala told him it was the “Real McCoy.” This has been a source of discomfort to the habour authorities and our Captain alike as already the harbour police have made 1 or 2 attempts to double check our stories. This little oversight may in time prove our undoing.</p><p></p><p> We have discovered the harbour is a ready source of masterwork weaponry. And while my own skills are rapidly approaching the level necessary to turn out such weapons, I cannot help but to admire the craftsmanship which is commonplace in this port.</p><p></p><p> We have also learned that drow are not welcome on these shores. After encountering hostility from locals, we had returned the 2 dark elves which came ashore to the ship. Still our crew has already earned a reputation, and a conflict with local ruffians ensued. This bit of local colour was so wonderful, so charming, it was almost a shame to execute the poor fellow begging for mercy at the end of this brief skirmish. “Drow-Lovers” we may be, but I know a few men who will not be muttering that bit of gossip in the alehouse tonight. </p><p></p><p> We are still unclear as to just what the black fleet was doing in this harbour, but there is time yet to learn the matter. We tried unsuccessfully to fashion a banner for ourselves on the way into the harbour, and it caused some confusion with the habour master. We have since commissioned 2 new banners from a kindly old elven lady in the fringes of the market center. The banners should be complete in another day or so, and we will certainly be asking a number of questions about the place. Most importantly, the human noble who joined us ever so recently (and there is quite a story to that, let me tell you) is beginning to recover from a terrible bout of "sea sickness." If he feels well enough in the morning we hope to send him out, and we shall see what he can do to improve our purposes in this place.</p><p></p><p> I am enjoying the human harbour, though I do not think many of my friends feel the same. To the humans, I am but an odd elf, one whose nature they cannot quite pin down. Still an elf in their eyes is a likely ally when facing an orc or an Ogre. Humans can be quite foolish about these sorts of things.</p><p></p><p> Well that is it, the Minotaur is beginning to calm down now and even the goblin lady in the next bunk is asking me to put out the light. (It's so pathetic; she actually said "please.") In any event, I grow tired myself. I will write to you again of our adventures in human territory. Until then...</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Brimshack, post: 3140888, member: 34694"] My friends, I have done telling you the elements of the back story, From this day forth my entries will be those of a true journal, related as soon after the actual events as I can find the time to get them on paper. As I write this, I am in my bunk at anchor in a human port. Our Minotaur friend is pacing the small quarters nervously and a goblin woman mopes in her own bunk. From the very next room I can actually hear my Ogre friend gritting his teeth. No-one is sleeping well at the moment, at least not until our larger companions collapse in their own exhaustion. For while I and the fair skinned among us are quite capable of setting foot in this human settlement, much of our crew has been forced to hide below deck or at least to keep their appearances above deck to a minimum. Their nerves are straining heavily even as I and others are enjoying a break. It is amazing how difficult it is for the land loving to remain aboard a ship once land is in sight. The same brave souls who happily do their work while at sea can hardly restrain themselves when land tempts them from so little distance. Silly creatures to love land so much; it is a weakness and I pray it will not be our undoing. Still, we cannot afford the risk of being found out. The humans must not learn the nature of our crew, and still more importantly, they must not learn of our mission. The monsters among us will have to remain below deck until we can leave this port. More is the pity, that may be awhile. This is apparently, the last place where the black fleet dropped anchor. We know that 6 or more ships sailed on past this harbour and that 6 of them dropped anchor out here in the bay well away from the docks. In all probability they keep their distance from the docks for the same reason that we are, to keep the humans from learning too much about the crew of their ships. On first arriving in this port, we were greeted by a flunky to the harbour master while a sea elf investigated our ship from below. It is fortunate that Nahala, the shark woman, passes easily for such an elf herself, but it is less fortunate that we had not named our ship before pulling into port. The humans who were so kind as to surrender this ship to us in the wake of a rather bloody battle were never consulted on the matter, and it seems that several discussions never quite brought us to the point of an actual decision. When asked the name of our ship, our Captain, Xavier, told the harbour flunky that we were aboard the “Setting Sun.” Asked the same question by the Sea Elf, Nahala told him it was the “Real McCoy.” This has been a source of discomfort to the habour authorities and our Captain alike as already the harbour police have made 1 or 2 attempts to double check our stories. This little oversight may in time prove our undoing. We have discovered the harbour is a ready source of masterwork weaponry. And while my own skills are rapidly approaching the level necessary to turn out such weapons, I cannot help but to admire the craftsmanship which is commonplace in this port. We have also learned that drow are not welcome on these shores. After encountering hostility from locals, we had returned the 2 dark elves which came ashore to the ship. Still our crew has already earned a reputation, and a conflict with local ruffians ensued. This bit of local colour was so wonderful, so charming, it was almost a shame to execute the poor fellow begging for mercy at the end of this brief skirmish. “Drow-Lovers” we may be, but I know a few men who will not be muttering that bit of gossip in the alehouse tonight. We are still unclear as to just what the black fleet was doing in this harbour, but there is time yet to learn the matter. We tried unsuccessfully to fashion a banner for ourselves on the way into the harbour, and it caused some confusion with the habour master. We have since commissioned 2 new banners from a kindly old elven lady in the fringes of the market center. The banners should be complete in another day or so, and we will certainly be asking a number of questions about the place. Most importantly, the human noble who joined us ever so recently (and there is quite a story to that, let me tell you) is beginning to recover from a terrible bout of "sea sickness." If he feels well enough in the morning we hope to send him out, and we shall see what he can do to improve our purposes in this place. I am enjoying the human harbour, though I do not think many of my friends feel the same. To the humans, I am but an odd elf, one whose nature they cannot quite pin down. Still an elf in their eyes is a likely ally when facing an orc or an Ogre. Humans can be quite foolish about these sorts of things. Well that is it, the Minotaur is beginning to calm down now and even the goblin lady in the next bunk is asking me to put out the light. (It's so pathetic; she actually said "please.") In any event, I grow tired myself. I will write to you again of our adventures in human territory. Until then... [/QUOTE]
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