The Shipworker 3: A Fresh Start
Posted May 5, 2014
After my less than welcoming stay at the inn, I launch the key at the innkeeper without so much as a thank you. I head down to the docks once again, and scope out the workers. Out of the blue, a shady looking marshfriend approaches me and introduces herself as Deeja. She tells me that she has some w...
Posted March 6, 2014
I’m awoken by the rising sun. The force of the blast must have knocked me out for a good nine or ten hours. I stand up, and immediately feel a stab of pain in my right leg, and a crippling chest pain. I diagnose myself accordingly, with a broken leg and a cracked rib. Right then. Calling on the powe...
The Shipworker 1: The Black-ish Flag
Posted March 4, 2014
I awake to the usual assault on my senses; the constant creaking of the hull and squawking of the gulls, the stench of sweating crewmates and half-rotted wood, and the taste of the sea, salty and dry. Feeling a bit green around the gills from the rocking, even though I should be more than used to it...
Posted February 22, 2014
Before I begin writing out this story, I should really give credit to Clement Bilhorn's 'The Dockworker' and Saryn's 'The Last', both of whom inspired me, of sorts, to write this. I’ve been wanting to write a story on my character for a while now, and I’ve finally got an idea of how I’m going to put...