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Category: Scouting Party

Akoni Farrin’s Plan

Andrei and I both stood from the table as Donagh entered our residence. His antiquated leather outfit looked beggarly on the former high ranking, Dwarkaa Ship Captain. He’d taken on the Akoni Farrin typical garb and it was odd seeing him so comfortable wearing it. “We are going on…

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Donagh’s Tale

Donagh looked well fed and healthy. No sign of torture, imprisonment or harsh treatment showed on his robust body. Seeing Donagh, my previous Dwarkaa Ship Captain, standing before me on the ground of a low-based farrin and clearly siding with the clan leader, Xiomara, was more than I could…

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Arrival On Akoni Farrin

The next day we sailed for Akoni Farrin. Downing my third mug of grog, I manned the ship myself. I’d wrapped my injured arm with some white linen but the pain had worsened and blood had seeped through. I ignored the pain, thankful that the grog numbed the throbbing…

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Razmig’s Regret

Screeching filled my ears as I arrived on deck. The sea monsters were still very present and eager for more warrior blood. I was determined not to give up mine for their malicious and ravenous hunger. I needed to get to the bridge, check on my First Mate, to see…

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Death Descends

As I arrived on deck, men were rushing from the hull below, all of them weapon ready to defend our ship. I noticed immediately that the man in the Crow’s Nest had fallen and was writhing in pain on the deck floor, his throat raw from screaming. As I…

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Andrei’s Admission

The faint morning light brought what I’d been hoping for. The first of the land masses we’d been assigned to visit was spotted by the lookout man. He shouted the news as soon as he saw the glimpse of rugged coast. Going over to the bow I strained…

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Damage On The Sea

We departed Dwarkaa Farrin at dawn, the dim light of the morning sun highlighting the dark clouds. Damp air clung to my leather garb and skin like an unwanted leech. My finely tailored, leather captain’s uniform kept out most of the chill. The treacherous ocean battled our advancement southeast…

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Suspicion Grows

I walked a few steps, heard a noise from behind, stopped and turned around. Vanora was walking quickly up the incline away from me, her skirts hiked up in her hands to avoid tripping. That’s when I noticed another figure stumble from between two buildings, the same location where…

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A Vital Encounter

When the ship returned to Dwarkaa and I arrived home, I found a summons posted on my door. Events were transpiring exactly the way Suma had described them to me. The note explained that the High Sentinel Command was seeking volunteers for a ship crew to travel to the southeastern…

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Suma’s Visit

The ship deck was eerily quiet except for the violent wind lacerating my hair and whipping at my Apolake Warrior uniform. I was surprised that the atmosphere was clear of the Tonrar’s heavy leverage. I was sure I’d be caught alone with the oppressive wraiths as soon as…

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