Wish I was six inches taller
Wish I was a baller
General Summary
Yukino, It's been a while since my last letter to you. Much has transpired since, I will tell you the tales when next we meet. I hope you are keeping out of trouble. I am much gladdened to hear of your recent good fortune. I'm writing from the far shores of Imica, a port city called Ossihn, part of the Shosay empire, I'm not sure how they spell these things, I've only heard them be spoken. There is little writing here that I understand, and the vast majority of the people here have scales, reptilian eyes, and the snouted face of a dragon. I believe them to be kobolds, but I've not come across them before. I would ask your advice, but by them time you get this letter and send me a reply, a whole month will have gone by. At which time I should be an expert on these people's customs and preoccupations. We sailed from Eastwatch a fortnight ago, the journey was not without event. A wurm the size of several ships gripped our vessel and made demands to the captain - a man of little manners and a frazzled mind (he doesn't even know who he truly is, following a previous encounter with this wurm). I was offered a blissful future by the sea monster; it somehow knew exactly what it is that I desire. You'll not believe this, but, I really am not sure if I accepted or declined. I felt overwhelmed, and when my senses returned I noticed I was not the only one. Zima, Alaric and Graz all looked as pained as I felt. So, I soothed myself with a taste of havok. Zim had a splash too. He disappeared immediately. I grew half a foot. It's good stuff. I will endeavour to save you a vial, my friend. We spoke to Kellerman (that is the captains assumed name) about the wurm. It haunts him and demands he pay his half of the bargain on ever increasing frequency, the payment is souls. I'm not sure if the monster can leave the sea. But, from the conversations we've had since, we believe there is a connection to an evil god that an evil dwarf (many miles inshore) served, before we served him the justice he was due. Which, as I alluded to at the start of my letter, is a story for another time. I devised a plan in my havok induced sleep. I won't write that here in case my letter is intercepted. But, believe this, it is quite a solid plan! I think. If you happen across the Fiesty Scollop, the vessel which brought us to this land, then look out for the Bosun, Beryl, I believe she had a soft spot for me. I must end this letter here, Mange-Tout is starting to glow and yammer on about something inane. And Scales may need protecting from the city guards, whom we have potentially caught the ire of. Yours, RenatoWish I was six inches taller
Comments