Every day the crew offer prayers to Priapus, our God of Sailors. Either by marauding pirates, colossal monsters from the depths, or violent storms. It feels as though ages have passed since we fled to the open waters.
I have lost track of how many days we have been at sea. As I look upon the endless sea, I fear most of us will not live to lay eyes upon our new home. He will face severe punishment for what he has done, but Themistocles knew the risks, same as all of us. We have begun to set sail, a motley bunch of men leaving on commandeered ships, graciously secured by our good friend Admiral Themistocles. Far enough, so that they’ll lose our trail for good. We will start a new life elsewhere, in a place far from Hakkon. We are fleeing the crumbling Hakkon Empire. Haunted by their experiences in Hakkon, the leaders were determined to start life anew in Perisno.Įntries from the journal of Captain Otto Waveshore:Įnough is enough.
The Tolranians escaped the tyranny of the old, decaying Hakkon Empire years ago.
