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Journal of Hadriax el Fex
We sail into the night The winds finally favor us with a strength to move us more swiftly than oars In this e may conserve precious etherea, and allow the artisans time to effect repairs on the mechanicals
At first it was disturbing not to hear the throb and thrum of the mechanicals, which have been so constant since our departure, but now I feel utterly at peace here in entle sway of the ocean as backdrop The darkness has settled in, and it is just
The continent we seek is still far off, so says Captain Verano Alessandros is extreh to espy the New Lands by sheer will This is his expedition, after all, his Quest to find the resources that will heal Arcosia, and to establish the Empire’s authority in the New Lands
A son, Alessandros is, to the Emperor, and the chosen one of God to succeed hianized this expedition for a reason beyond those already stated: with his success, he wishes to prove himself worthy to God and the people of Arcosia, and especially to the man he loves as a father
This voyage has been good for him His cheeks are ruddy and the sunshine sparkles in his eyes He has becoain and I can feel his exciterand adventure His excite squire, Renald, overhearing our talk, nearly spilled wine on us as he served us Alessandros laughed in good nature Renald is a fine boy mostly, like a little brother sometimes, and I a of him
As the countless days pass, I occupyover the captain’s sketchy charts of the continent Accounts tell of a barbaric race who inhabit these lands, and of a wealth of resources Such accounts cannot always be trusted, as they so often are exaggerated Still, we are eager to see what these lands of mystery may reveal, and none more so than Alessandros Mornhavon
THE RIDER CALL
The apparition’s soft, otherworldly glow fell across the sleeping fored with sea brine flowed through the wide-open , stirring the sheet that covered the girl Her long brown hair was splayed across her pillow, and her chest rose and fell in slow, even breaths She slept unaware of her ghostly visitor, an expression of utter tranquility on her face
And that was the problem
Displeasure flickered across the apparition’s smoky features You can hear me, but you won’t listen, hey?
The apparition nudged at the girl’s shoulder as if to awaken her, but her hand sih it
Cannot feel me Cannot see me WILL NOT listen