Since Watercloistered is at an almost godly level, when I start running it tomorrow, there's nothing that can go wrong! I'll start narrarating now so I can get comfortable with reporting in while IC.
Velard Amakar's Journal[/i]
Unknown Date
Had a rough day today. I'm a dwarven farmer living by myself on the western coast, and every autumn, I start harvesting my crops before winter. Usually, the hardest part of harvesting is dealing with the vicious birds that try to get a meal before winter. I can usually kill the bastards with my spearmanship I learned in my daysas a soldier, but today was different. Instead of hungry birds, two muscular, masked dwarves approached me, and said to come with me immediately. Naturally, I refused. The first man grabbed a sack of crops, and the other put me in a chokehold, and I passed out. When I came to, I found myself here, in a dank, moldy, old boat, chained by the legs. I bet those damn birds probably ate what those thugs didn't take by now. The guard watching me says there's nothing but open sea for miles in all directions. It's true. I can only smell sea air and rotting wood. <sniff> And I must have been out for a few days now, because I smell terrible. The guard must have felt sympathetic to me, because he "misplaced" his pen while giving me my rations today, allowing me to write this.
Day 2 on the ship
I'm a bit scared of what's coming next, the guards talk of "a swap" and say things like "too many fear the clowns...", or "they look exactly the same!"
It's cryptic to me, but I fear that if I don't find out or get out soon, my days are numbered.
~Velard Amakar
I'll finish your electrum project, billybob, and I'll make sure WC stays its path to becoming the capital!