14.0 - Crossing Report
General Summary
"I sense the chaos around you. Are you in need of a guide across the channel?" I smile.
They give me strange looks. Maybe I didn't smile. It feels like I have a smile though. Or maybe Chaos hadn't touched them. It feels like She has. How do I know that? Doesn't matter. The one with hooves asks if I ate breakfast. Of course I had. Strange question to ask someone you've just met though. "Indeed I did. My name's Kord "Preservation" Varlsonn. Did you need a ride across the channel?" Who gave me that name? It's not right. Not fully. Kord is right, but- Shhh.
The one with big teeth claims they already arranged passage. Last night. Last night? Last night I was in a cave. I was being cured. I was there to see- No; don't. I focus on them again and return my smile to my face. "Alright, then all aboard. Or, well, three of you. You won't all fit, so we'll do two trips."
The centaur, the elf, and the woman—I should think of joke for this—board first. I pull the sail free and push us away form the dock with my oar, humming. The rain obscures vision, but I know the course like the back of my hand. I've made this trip hundreds of times. Then why can't I remember any of them? I remember the date of my Release was set. I remember the monk approaching me. I remember- Do not remember.
THUNK
Oh, these strange fishy people want a ride as well? My guest with the bow fires an arrow at one of the fishy folk. No then? Alright. I snap my hand out, catch the harpoon hook, and carry its momentum to return it to its source. Blood spreads in the water. I pick up humming again and continue our course. My guests keep the rude fishies from my boat. Mostly.
I return to the Isfeljor side of the channel and load up the remaining two Chaos-touched souls and the sulking one; the part-man-part-something-else, the lizard, and the tabaxi—would that make for the better joke? More rude fish people approach my boat. Tsk. This is my boat. Don't they know who I am by now? Kord. My name is Kord Jepsen. I'm an ice parr. I helped stop a wildfire in Ildsletten. It cost me too much. I snapped. I know I did. I could barely keep a coherent thought. Barely speak sense. But I didn't want to die. Not yet. Not fair. I saved so many. Not fair. I could save more. Not fair. Not fair. Hush, my son. Quell your memories. Preserve yourself. You will be safe. The part-man-part-grump gets pulled into the water. Should I stop the boat? Eh, he'll be fine. Probably.
I salute to all six passengers, now on land. Safer for them than the water, if Chaos has marked them. I lower my sail and push away from the Grewlheyde side of the channel. And the rain stops as I dock in Hvithavon. Unease ripples through me. Something's not right. It's too early for the rain to stop; I know. Something's happened. Then His voice speaks in my mind again. Fret not. I will investigate this change. Sleep, and in the morning remember only that you are Kord Varlsonn; on of Preservation. When you wake, you will help guide Chaos. My eyes droop. "Bevarelse, preserve me." I mutter and drift to sleep.
I return to the Isfeljor side of the channel and load up the remaining two Chaos-touched souls and the sulking one; the part-man-part-something-else, the lizard, and the tabaxi—would that make for the better joke? More rude fish people approach my boat. Tsk. This is my boat. Don't they know who I am by now? Kord. My name is Kord Jepsen. I'm an ice parr. I helped stop a wildfire in Ildsletten. It cost me too much. I snapped. I know I did. I could barely keep a coherent thought. Barely speak sense. But I didn't want to die. Not yet. Not fair. I saved so many. Not fair. I could save more. Not fair. Not fair. Hush, my son. Quell your memories. Preserve yourself. You will be safe. The part-man-part-grump gets pulled into the water. Should I stop the boat? Eh, he'll be fine. Probably.
I salute to all six passengers, now on land. Safer for them than the water, if Chaos has marked them. I lower my sail and push away from the Grewlheyde side of the channel. And the rain stops as I dock in Hvithavon. Unease ripples through me. Something's not right. It's too early for the rain to stop; I know. Something's happened. Then His voice speaks in my mind again. Fret not. I will investigate this change. Sleep, and in the morning remember only that you are Kord Varlsonn; on of Preservation. When you wake, you will help guide Chaos. My eyes droop. "Bevarelse, preserve me." I mutter and drift to sleep.
- Atani
- Holg
- Kallista
- Kilith
- Sil'Ferrous
Report Date
05 Feb 2021
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