A Journey to Unknown Lands

Journal of Syberious Eleint 3, 1362

I remember, in that moment just before I drowned, just before my body could not handle the fluid in my lungs, a dark silohet approached me underneath the waves. A calming sensation came over me, and I made a consious effert to stop my body’s struggles. Suddenly, where before the sensation of the sea in my lungs brought terror to me, it became comforting. For three days had I struggled against the sea, and this final act brought realization of what he must have gone through, what he must have understood during those final moments. Instead of dying though, the sea rescued him, gave him a higher purpose. In those moments just before thought and life left me, I understood my purpose then – and if it was the will of the sea to come back then I vowed to serve and protect it with all my power.

When I told the Arch-Cleric this, after I was returned to the living, he smiled warmly at this. “Of all of those who come back, many of them still struggle with this understanding, this connection. You are one of the few who are destined for great things, if you allow the sea to be your guide. Remember that feeling, that understanding always. Never turn your back on it, and always look for guidance and trust in the sea. It will serve you well.”

Now, I must live those words to the fullest this night. At mid-day our ship was beset upon by merfolk, who were attempting to capsize a merchant fishing ship. I have heard of these attacks before, but generally they have been far out to sea. However, what was especially disturbing about this attack was one of the merfolk’s people was using prayers of the Drowned God in his attack. I attempted to talk with him, but was met with hostility. He claimed that we ‘land folk’ could never truly understand the sea or him and that we must all be brought down to the depths or die in the process. I attempted to reach a peacefull solution with them, however was thwarted by one of our own’s attack (which also disobeyed a direct command by the Admiral to stop hostilities.) I must have words with this individual soon. Regardless, I knew then that the Drowned God would not order an attack on a fishing vessel. It is not his way. The sea seeks ballance in all things, but this attack was nothing more than a form of piracy in his eyes. My conviction was strong, but I still needed guidance. As the battle raged on around me I sought his help and guidance, and most importantly I sought the help of the sea.

The admiral believes Helm saved the day, and I chuckle at this. I don’t believe Helm has ever felt the spray of salt water against his face, has ever laughed at a squall and truly felt alive. No. The sea always seeks ballance, but who am I but one who also helps the sea in this regard? For my devotion, I offered up a smitance of my blood, so that the creatures that call it home may find nourishment. The sea answered by sending a school of sharks against the merfolk. It was then that the heretic knew that the Drowned God would not condone his actions this day. Before more life was lost, he and his followers left.

After helping to treat the wounded, provide healing, comfort and prayers to them I still remained troubled by what I had witnessed. This man, he was obviously a member of our order – or once was. I should not profane our order by suggesting he is still with us, because he has twisted the teachings to his own desires – and yet I pity him because he is lost. It is this reason why I must seek answers. This evening at Dawn I am putting myself into his domain and at the mercy of the will of the sea. I am its protector, its servant. It calls to me to commune with it. In doing so if it is its will to take me then so be it. I can serve it in death as well as life.

Admiral's Log - 3 Eleint 1362
IC Post

3 Eleint. Last night the rudder of the caravel La Gallega became loose, being broken and unshipped. It was believed that this happened by the contrivance of Imprudente Rascon and Christopher Résistente, who were on board the caravel, because they disliked the voyage. The Captain says he had found them in an unfavorable disposition before setting out. He was in much anxiety at not being able to afford much assistance in this case, but says that it somewhat quieted his apprehensions to know that First Mate Dhavaer of the La Gallega, a man of courage and capacity, would handle proper disciplinary measures.

Elysara the Ship’s Carpenter was set to repair the damage as she could, while Captain de Puertos and the First Mate discussed appropriate punishment. A penance of 100 lashes, followed by a slow keelhaul, was decided. The crew was gathered at noon to witness the punishment. The First Mate gave an excellent speech concerning the need for discipline and trust in their Captain. The ship’s heathen ministers, Syberious and Lilandra, each offered a blessing for the treacherous crewmen. Joseph Melechor, recent to the Golden Legion, offered them leather bladders to aid in survival of the keelhauls.

Imprudente Rascon was stripped to the waist and prepared to take his lashing when the lookout spotted a ship in distress. We hoisted sail and moved to aid, discovering a fishing vessel under attack by merfolk. While the Captain worked to control our rudderless ship, the Golden Legion sprang to action, killing several of the merfolk leaders and rescuing two fishermen and a hired protector. Many were gravely injured in the attack, but the healing power of Helm restored them after the battle. All should survive the trek to Lantan, where we will affect ship repairs.

Journal of Syberious, Eleint 1, 1362

After some trouble at the docks, our voyage as gotten underway. I have been personally hired by the captain to aid in the safe voyage of the ship, but also to provide protection and guidance to the crew. The crew is mostly a superstitous lot, who turn to one god or goddess after another depending on who they feel will best save them at the time. I do not take well to such disloyalty, but I can atleast tollerate it to a point. I’ve explained to the captain that as long as he, his ship, nor the crew do nothing to harm the sea then it will continue to be under my protection. I believe we have reached an understanding. My will is the will of the sea, it is my guide and savior as much as I am it’s protector. I just hope that if the sea seems fit to offer me guidance, that the captain will take that under consideration.

We have traveled far enough out that land is no longer visable. I spend my day talking with the crew, and getting to know them. They treat me with respect, even if they don’t take me seriously. That is fine, they will feel differently by the time our voyage is done I am sure. I do not seek to prove what powers I have, though what I have is only at the will of the sea and not my own. The admiral however, is quite obvious with his disdain for my beliefes. He does not openly show contempt for those who follow other more established dieties… and yet how alike both him and I are. Our devotion to our respective orders is unflappable. I admire that devotion, if only because I feel the same towards the sea and to its servant the Drowned God. I hope that sometime on this voyage he will understand this and I will earn his respect, but if that doesn’t happen that is just as well. Tides will not stop waxing and waining. Fish will continue to swim.

Admiral’s Log - Eleint 1, 1362
Return to New Amn: Day 1

The predawn tide carried us out smoothly from the Murann harbor. We had some problems with thieves on the docks, but the new Golden Legion recruits handled them neatly, with the august help of the officers of La Gallega. Freshening wind off the starboard quarter speeds our departure. The land is gone by midday. …

Nightfall. The headlands of Tethyr appear before us at sunset. Captain Juan de Puertos hosted an excellent meal, where I got to meet personally the newest mercenaries of the Golden Legion. They still cling to their superstitious ways, but soon they will learn to trust in the protection of Helm. I anticipate a turn towards Asavir’s Channel by dawn.

Story So Far
In the beginning...

After being recruited to join either the Golden Legion or the crew of La Gallega, the players were called on to stop the thieving of a group of criminal dockworkers. Dealing with them handily, the adventurers recovered the provisions for the ship’s voyage, and prepared to ship out. An animal sacrifice led by the crew got a little out of hand, but eventually the animal was subdued and slaughtered, and the ship got on its way. At doubly-blessed dinner that night, the Admiral welcomed the adventurers to the Golden Legion, and promised them a fruitful voyage protected by the watchful eye of Helm.

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