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As I lay in my hammock staring up at the night sky, the words of the ferryman ricochet through my mind filling it with a sense of impending doom. The weight of the offer still as heavy in my chest. The names of the people responsible for so many unnecessary deaths including the death of my crew as well as my current state of existence in exchange for my current “condition”.
Massaging the new teeth marks on my ebrt exposed heart, the faces of those I’ve lost flicker in my mind. With the injuries I’ve sustained, losing my so-called “immortality” could be a death sentence which I refuse to accept until I drain the life out of Paradigm.
Yet I have searched every inch of Vertegron and the surrounding waters to no avail. I’ve destroyed entire fleets, Blinking from ship to ship interrogating people, covering my tracks by igniting a powder keg or 2. Chaos incarnate. But still no results. If the ferryman can indeed complete his end of the bargain then no cost is too great.
After losing my crew, I didnt expect to find a new life in Meadowmere and I have denied my true nature in an attempt to protect them from my past. But time yields to noone. And I am tired of running from the consequences of my actions. After seeing how they handled the invasion from the horde, I am confident that, should I perish in my quest, they will continue to survive and thrive in my absence.
So it’s time to put away childish notions like morals and mercy. Paradigm will know the true meaning of pain. For I am Captain Albert Alexander Draven Of The Hollow Heart and I WILL avenge my fallen brethren. BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY. Including sketchy deals with ferrymen.
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