[AkashicRecord]

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Wednesday, October 18th, 3104. 12am:


There hasn't been much to write about here in Butcherblock after departing the Ocean of Tears. I've primarily been helping to unload all of this cargo; it's some pretty grueling work. [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]

Just as soon as I start heading to turn in and get some much needed rest for the night, one of the dwarves flags me down, waving around a Sealed Letter in the air.

I immediately recognize the wax seal as being Sir Lucan's, so I knew it was important:

"Sir Lucan said this is very urgent, he knew you were still here!"

(I turn my back to the dwarf guard and carefully unroll the parchment, scanning over it's contents in privacy.)

"This is indeed very important... When are the next shuttles to Firiona Vie?"

"In about ten minutes."

(He points South.)
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(Traveling to Firiona Vie for special business under the cover of midnight.)

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Wednesday, October 18th, 3104. 12:20am:


I board the shuttles from the South pier and take them to meet the Maiden's Voyage from Firiona Vie. I'm amazed at the sheer size of the ship. There's no way Freeport would ever have anything like this thing...

(I make sure to secure the parchment within a hidden false bottom sewn into the bottom of one of my backpacks.)

This trip is a bit farther than I'm accustomed to, and I start to feel a bit ill...

...who knew that a Spirit Pouch could double as a barf bag? [You must be logged in to view images. Log in or Register.]
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