Post by chaotene on May 20, 2012 15:50:50 GMT -5
On the Day of her arrival
It was along and, thankfully, dull trip from Suzail, but I finally made it to Prespur. It would have been a nice short voyage had the captain not had to stop, unload cargo, load cargo, and bicker with the locals at every port. Though that is the way of a merchant captain. Not cost effective to run a single passenger, even if that passenger is the only child of the head of the mercantile house.
I was surprised when father sent me on this mission. I set sail the day of my 18th birthday with the goal of establishing trade with the Cormyrian and Sembian outposts. Guess he thinks it time for me to accept my place in the family business. Not that it's that fun, but at least I'm good at it.
The Mermaid is a clean place and seems well stocked. The locals have talked about continued issues with the Merrow. Did father know about this when he sent me out?
There must be something about sea travel. My dreams were vivid. Storms, lighting, thunder, men tied to the mast cut with a hundred wounds, pools of blood. Horrible stuff. Hopefully they will go away once I get my land legs back.
Week 1
Well, the dreams continue, only getting worse. I am always surrounded by darkness, with something or someone just out of the range of the light produced by my single candle. I can't help but feel something horrible will happen if that candle fails me. My memories of the dreams are otherwise vague, but they are dreams of blood and fire. That much comes through. I am afraid to sleep at night sometimes. I sometimes think I should bunk in the common room, but then I've seen some of the types who pass out there over night.
Otherwise, I've met with the local traders and they seem open to negotiations. I'll put forth a missive to my father when the next ship ports that is headed to Suzail. The Dragon Captain says messages can be sent via official channels if necessary, but I doubt they would be happy if they read the missives and saw some of the less official contacts my father has had me make on his behalf.
Week 2
I've reached Uarhold to negotiate with the Sembians. The town is in sad shape, thanks to the Merrow and rat-boys. I've helped to clear out the king of the Xvarts, but I can't help but think another will follow in his place. They breed fast as ... well... rats for lack of a better analogy. They can certainly use supplies, and It looks like they may well be grateful for help from any direction, even those less than law-abiding.
My dreams have only intensified this past week. In the darkness I see a pair of glowing eyes watching me. That is all they do, watch, but I sense a great hunger behind the gaze. It scares me. I will talk with the Waukeen priestess when I return to Pallaggar. Perhaps the Hin apothecary can give me something to help me sleep.
It was along and, thankfully, dull trip from Suzail, but I finally made it to Prespur. It would have been a nice short voyage had the captain not had to stop, unload cargo, load cargo, and bicker with the locals at every port. Though that is the way of a merchant captain. Not cost effective to run a single passenger, even if that passenger is the only child of the head of the mercantile house.
I was surprised when father sent me on this mission. I set sail the day of my 18th birthday with the goal of establishing trade with the Cormyrian and Sembian outposts. Guess he thinks it time for me to accept my place in the family business. Not that it's that fun, but at least I'm good at it.
The Mermaid is a clean place and seems well stocked. The locals have talked about continued issues with the Merrow. Did father know about this when he sent me out?
There must be something about sea travel. My dreams were vivid. Storms, lighting, thunder, men tied to the mast cut with a hundred wounds, pools of blood. Horrible stuff. Hopefully they will go away once I get my land legs back.
Week 1
Well, the dreams continue, only getting worse. I am always surrounded by darkness, with something or someone just out of the range of the light produced by my single candle. I can't help but feel something horrible will happen if that candle fails me. My memories of the dreams are otherwise vague, but they are dreams of blood and fire. That much comes through. I am afraid to sleep at night sometimes. I sometimes think I should bunk in the common room, but then I've seen some of the types who pass out there over night.
Otherwise, I've met with the local traders and they seem open to negotiations. I'll put forth a missive to my father when the next ship ports that is headed to Suzail. The Dragon Captain says messages can be sent via official channels if necessary, but I doubt they would be happy if they read the missives and saw some of the less official contacts my father has had me make on his behalf.
Week 2
I've reached Uarhold to negotiate with the Sembians. The town is in sad shape, thanks to the Merrow and rat-boys. I've helped to clear out the king of the Xvarts, but I can't help but think another will follow in his place. They breed fast as ... well... rats for lack of a better analogy. They can certainly use supplies, and It looks like they may well be grateful for help from any direction, even those less than law-abiding.
My dreams have only intensified this past week. In the darkness I see a pair of glowing eyes watching me. That is all they do, watch, but I sense a great hunger behind the gaze. It scares me. I will talk with the Waukeen priestess when I return to Pallaggar. Perhaps the Hin apothecary can give me something to help me sleep.