SPRING 265
Ah, once again the aimless and indeterminate nature of our journey takes its toll, but yet, it continues. Wind may rise or fall, and the pace of the journey with it.
Our maintenance and outfitting complete, the LionFish and her crew bore south, to strike at the twin fortresses of dangledtaught and lensscorches.
And this
is a first, Maloy finally managed to actually fish on the fishing platforms that we purpose built for that 8 years ago.
In anticipation of a year of raiding King Zultan led a chant in dining hall.
itching for a fight with feet planted on the solid earth, as a dwarf should be, after our long arduous journey, the raiders arrived at dangledtaught.
perhaps we shouldn't be surprised at this point, but who would've expected a foul
Necromancer in command of this place... no doubt the towers have spread the tendrils of their dark influence through all the settlements in the bay of comedy.
Not giving the enemy time to react, we sailed down the coast but a short distance to hit the second fort.
It's good to see Salmeuk seems to be fully recovered from the sea battle earlier, and these cowards were easily scattered and broken.
unfortunately we have already melted down and repurposed everything from that wretched human ship and her crew. It amazes me how prodigious the Lionfish's appetite for metal is.
The southern settlements now lay vulnerable before us. We set anchor and sent out the raiding parties over the following weeks.
we
tried to give them a chance to surrender their loot without a fight...
The dwarves of silveryowners refused. It was regretted.
The others gave up their possessions swiftly after that.
An interesting human "instrument" was recovered. What in San's name is a pop you ask?
I feel like these humans may have ripped us off..
In the trips back and forth on land our raiders encountered a fearsome night creature prowling these lands!
well, maybe not that fearsome compared to our crew.
safely back aboard, with all loot in tow, the raiders took a well deserved rest.
While they were gone an elven caravan, of all things had visited
Having heard that we were docked somewhere nearby, they had travelled up the coast looking for us, no doubt hearing of the great wealth we had obtained on our travels.
Well, I say loot isn't much good if you can't buy anything with it! We traded for some mundane items, food, drink, cloth and such.
One of the elves however passed us a message, reputedly a call for help from a fellow dwarf of the lustrous spear!
we were confused why we should care about such trivialities, but it turns out the New Fellowship is devoted to worshipping Osod the clean, a deity of death and children. Logem Judgebust had been taken prisoner at the nearby human town of Slyobey, presumably any god of death stands at odds with necromancers who would seek to defy it's inevitable grasp.
Being held prisoner in the old monastery above the town, the Elves passed by that point, trading with the guards there. Logem managed to get one of their pointy ears, and upon hearing of our ship being in the area, traded some fine microcline earings he was wearing in exchange for them to deliver the message that he needed rescue.
Well! Let no one say the crew of the Lionfish shy away from a fight, and this excuse is as good as the next!
As summer ends we steer north, to assualt this impudent town.
A member of the crew, Kei, has taken to running what we could call our tavern in the main deck.
Reciting a poem for the crew, Kei punctuated the end of our summer:
Swish, berry wine, not stone-brew stout? | Upon a ship it’s me,
Sweeter than cave moss mead, no doubt | but lacks its earthy glee.
Unlike the fungus mug, divine, | This tipple tastes of tree,
Sways me more than our underclime | As does the swaying sea.
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