Iron Sky
Procedurally Generated
The Hunted: Day 1, Hour 5, Minute 3
The people seem to be calming down as Illarion and Raijin speak, though many of them seem shaken by Earth's words.
Mrs. Grey lowers her crossbow, the initial shock of grief beginning to strike her. She stares at the ground as she speaks.
"Dart was always enthusiastic, adventurous, even as a lad. He read every book in Daunton on war, piracy, legends and myths of heroes and monsters. It was all we could do to keep him in the house until he came of age. Knowing he was determined to go find adventure, my husband, George, did some research and found a group that called themselves Lucy's Loves - named after the ship they sailed around in. That was when he, when my Dart... oh gods!"
George steps in and wraps his arm around his wife's shoulders as great wracking sobs shake her. He talks softly as he comforts her.
"They were treasure hunters, a decent success rate, no companions lost, competent, experienced. I arranged a 'chance' encounter with them and Dart and they took him under their wing. They sailed out and returned a few months later with a small trove of magical relics they'd found on a tomb or some-such on a remote island. They were instantly fabulously wealthy and even their junior partner, my son, received a decent sum.
"We had hoped that it would be enough for him, that he'd use his share to buy a house, find a nice girl, and settle down, but it only made him want more. We only saw him briefly in the years after that, stopping back after this failed adventure or that. He was gone for months this last time until he showed up at our door a few nights ago asking for money to fund an expedition.
"He said he'd managed to find his way back to the island with just his quarter of their 'treasure map', what he remembered from their first expedition, and some consulting with some of the old sailors at the docks, but it was too dangerous to go alone and most of the relics he'd taken had been subsequently lost in his flight through the jungle.
"We turned his request down and there was an argument. He stormed off, saying he'd get back with Lucy's Loves and they'd come back wealthy beyond measure. What he didn't know was that the others hadn't squandered their wealth the way Dart did but had used it as the seed capital to establish themselves in Daunton - in their own ways."
George Grey drops his head for a moment, struggling with emotion. There are tears in his eyes when he looks up and continues. His voice cracks, he clears his throat, and speaks.
"Dart came back just after supper tonight - gods, is he really dead? He came back, angry, and said that the others had all turned him down as well. He asked us for money again and we turned him down again, pleading with him to give up such a dangerous, unpredictable life. Our last words to our son were in anger and he stormed off saying he'd used the last of his money to pay a ship captain to take him back to the island and he'd just go to that disreputable Hanged Man tavern where all the mercenaries, foreigners, vagabonds, and other misfits gather, to put together his own expedition."
He pauses for a moment, stroking his sobbing wife's hair gently. When he speaks again his voice is soft.
"I should have known something was wrong when he left. He was jumping at every sound and looking about as if something were about to leap out at him from the shadows. And that was the last we saw of him."
The people seem to be calming down as Illarion and Raijin speak, though many of them seem shaken by Earth's words.
Mrs. Grey lowers her crossbow, the initial shock of grief beginning to strike her. She stares at the ground as she speaks.
"Dart was always enthusiastic, adventurous, even as a lad. He read every book in Daunton on war, piracy, legends and myths of heroes and monsters. It was all we could do to keep him in the house until he came of age. Knowing he was determined to go find adventure, my husband, George, did some research and found a group that called themselves Lucy's Loves - named after the ship they sailed around in. That was when he, when my Dart... oh gods!"
George steps in and wraps his arm around his wife's shoulders as great wracking sobs shake her. He talks softly as he comforts her.
"They were treasure hunters, a decent success rate, no companions lost, competent, experienced. I arranged a 'chance' encounter with them and Dart and they took him under their wing. They sailed out and returned a few months later with a small trove of magical relics they'd found on a tomb or some-such on a remote island. They were instantly fabulously wealthy and even their junior partner, my son, received a decent sum.
"We had hoped that it would be enough for him, that he'd use his share to buy a house, find a nice girl, and settle down, but it only made him want more. We only saw him briefly in the years after that, stopping back after this failed adventure or that. He was gone for months this last time until he showed up at our door a few nights ago asking for money to fund an expedition.
"He said he'd managed to find his way back to the island with just his quarter of their 'treasure map', what he remembered from their first expedition, and some consulting with some of the old sailors at the docks, but it was too dangerous to go alone and most of the relics he'd taken had been subsequently lost in his flight through the jungle.
"We turned his request down and there was an argument. He stormed off, saying he'd get back with Lucy's Loves and they'd come back wealthy beyond measure. What he didn't know was that the others hadn't squandered their wealth the way Dart did but had used it as the seed capital to establish themselves in Daunton - in their own ways."
George Grey drops his head for a moment, struggling with emotion. There are tears in his eyes when he looks up and continues. His voice cracks, he clears his throat, and speaks.
"Dart came back just after supper tonight - gods, is he really dead? He came back, angry, and said that the others had all turned him down as well. He asked us for money again and we turned him down again, pleading with him to give up such a dangerous, unpredictable life. Our last words to our son were in anger and he stormed off saying he'd used the last of his money to pay a ship captain to take him back to the island and he'd just go to that disreputable Hanged Man tavern where all the mercenaries, foreigners, vagabonds, and other misfits gather, to put together his own expedition."
He pauses for a moment, stroking his sobbing wife's hair gently. When he speaks again his voice is soft.
"I should have known something was wrong when he left. He was jumping at every sound and looking about as if something were about to leap out at him from the shadows. And that was the last we saw of him."
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