Post by Rinafera Woxwitty III on Feb 14, 2009 1:36:47 GMT -5
The Diary of Racko Riverrider
Day One - The Third of February
Still no word from Erksta. I've found a diary in my old crew-mate's haversack; after he had walk off the plank for stealing rations at night, everything got looted... except for this. There was nothing in it, but on the last page I found some name scribbled, "Jayma" or something like that. Didn't think much of it. I figured I might as well use it for now, as I've been looking for my brother for the past three seasons and it'd be nice to keep a record of my findings. The closest I got was when I reached Adael; a large creature, possibly a dingo or something odd, named Carrack, told me that he was the Captain of the Daimyo, a ship in the Adael fleet. Finding out my brother had become a corsair was ... shocking. However, I'm still determined to find him. When I reached the Adael harbor, the ship had been burned as a result of the old captain returning to get his revenge on the otter. I couldn't find Erksta in the wreckage, and somehow I was sure he survived. He always had a knack for survival... Anyhow, I figured I should give some background as to let you know -- if you ever do read this, whoever you are -- what I'm doing, why, all of that rubbish.
When I was seven, Erksta was fourteen, and we lived with out family on Coppercastle Isle. It was ruled by a local monarch; all of our business was done by trade. The whole place was a group of sebeasts! Then, Lord Dewhurst got a little too ambitious... We realized that corsairs were raiding some of the ships headed for Mossflower. Thus, he developed a navy and set it under Admiral Percy. Percy also became a little too ambitious; he attacked a corsair's ship by the name of the Ruffian and defeated her in a great victory. However, the corsairs returned to Coppercastle in attempt at revenge, but before they arrived, a former prominent Captain who had been looked over for the position led a mutiny in the Isle. Our Isle was split in two - the Loyalists and the Rebels - and sadly, so was our family.
My father, a simple voyaging merchant, ordered Erksta and I to stay out of the streets, not to get involved in the fighting, etc. I was only seven and had no problem obeying; Erksta chose to go the other way. He declared that father was a coward and stormed out with a small dagger. I didn't see him for two seasons until he returned to the Isle as a sailor on a ship called Stormrover. The First Mate, named Kage, was becoming a bad influence on him and I could tell from the start. They started off stealing some apples from a family's orchard, but then it became serious. After the mutiny had subsided, Lord Dewhurst had died and the reigns fell to his eldest son, Septim. Septim was a rotund, sloppy, disliked, greedy otter. Erksta and Kage broke into the Castle and shot an arrow in his head; I immediately lost all hope in my brother, and they got out as quickly as possible. He was a murderer; however, four seasons ago, my father died of the pox. My mother had died two seasons before of the same thing. Before it got me, I was out of there.
I sailed for seasons on some other ships, looking for him. I heard he was with The Horde, then something called the Guardians, and then a corsair at Adael, etc. I'm still searching for him on a vessel called Bleakwhistle. It's okay, not very good earnings, but I'm a helms-beast and loving it. We're headed for Mossflower now, as that's my best bet. Probably be there in a week or so...
Day Four - The Sixth of February
Bleakwhistle's stopped in the Northern Isles. Dreadfully cold here. Blasted captain took all of the blankets for himself and is sitting in his own quarter's all nice and cozy. Some of the richer crew-mates went to inns; the rest of us, however, are sitting down in the deck, shivering and huddling together. They say we're going to tack east and head down the coast, where we'll land in what is called the Eastern Waterfront. Sounds fancy, if you ask me... Anyhow, I hope someone will be able to tell me about my brother. I know he's a corsair now or something like that, but he's my brother and the only kin I got left. Ever since Uncle Racko, whom I was named after, passed, then mother and father, I haven't had anyone. Anyhow, I'm freezing, and I'd like to put my paws back in my coat pockets to warm up. I'm pretty sure the ink is freezing over, too. Blasted winter.
Day Seven - The Ninth of February
We're almost to the Eastern Waterfont. Apparently we're docked in the Northern area of Mossflower Woods, near the ruins of Noonvale... means nothing to me, but this old Navigator - real smart, personable water vole - is trying to teach me all about the history of Mossflower and all of that. I don't know how to politely tell him to shut it, so I'll probably just say that. Blasted geezer. I find that the colder and more exhausted I get, the more cynical I become. Maybe it's the Riverrider blood in me... Uncle Racko was practically neutral. And Erksta? It may be safe to say that he's reached the other side of the boat, if you know what I'm saying. Doesn't matter if you do, though... Not like anyone's reading this...
Day Eleven - The Thirteenth of February
We've reached the Eastern Waterfront. Pretty nice place, too. Lots of boats, some shops, boatyards, and a pretty nice tavern. The "Silver Tankard" is the name, and I'm particularly fond of their Elderberry Wine. According to the recent scuttlebutt, the Guardians of Mossflower have their flagship docked here, so maybe I'll find out some more about my brother, after all. Perhaps an old friend or something. Anyway, I bartered with the Captain to give me my payment for the last three months and I'm leaving the ship. Hated it. Now I'm gonna stay here, march inland toward the Guardians' main fort and see what's going on over there. I'm up in a room at the "Silver Tankard," but I'm ready to walk downstairs and have some more of that delectable wine...
The otter closed the book and sighed, wrapping the linen strap around the cover and laying it on the bed. He would sleep there tonight, so there were no worries of leaving the journal behind. He opened the creaky, wooden door with an ominous reeee and stepped out the room. Racko quickly shuffled down the steps of the Tavern and scoured the room for any familiar -- or unfamiliar -- faces; it was almost empty except for the random sailor, all goodbeasts, too. An otter bartender kept the drinkers busy with jokes, witty puns and poems, and impressions. To his left were the barrels of ale, beer, rum, wine, all of it. To his right were private tables, where those who wanted a quieter venue than the bar could relax. However, everyone was at the bar, which he found somewhat ironic.
Racko turned and stepped up to the bar, but didn't take a seat one of the stools. "Barkeep, c'n I git summ'o'at Elderberry Wine, hm? I'll be at 'em tables..." The otter then turned and strolled back to the tables. After a few moments of silence, a mug of the delicious wine was placed on the table without a word. He mouthed a "thank you" to the Bartender, but nothing emerged from his lips. He hugged his cloak around him once again; underneath, his chest was bare. Some beige pants covered his legs and waist; an odd combination, indeed, was the otter's dark black cloak (common of the Riverrider kin) and his creamy trousers. A belt was strapped around with a small dagger, a pouch of pebbles, and a sling. He didn't expect any violence, but he kept his weapons with him at all times. The Guardians were too prominent in this area for too many vermin to be around, anyhow. And tomorrow, he would make the trek up to the Guardians' fort. Or perhaps someone would meet him here with news of his brother... The hunt was on.
Day One - The Third of February
Still no word from Erksta. I've found a diary in my old crew-mate's haversack; after he had walk off the plank for stealing rations at night, everything got looted... except for this. There was nothing in it, but on the last page I found some name scribbled, "Jayma" or something like that. Didn't think much of it. I figured I might as well use it for now, as I've been looking for my brother for the past three seasons and it'd be nice to keep a record of my findings. The closest I got was when I reached Adael; a large creature, possibly a dingo or something odd, named Carrack, told me that he was the Captain of the Daimyo, a ship in the Adael fleet. Finding out my brother had become a corsair was ... shocking. However, I'm still determined to find him. When I reached the Adael harbor, the ship had been burned as a result of the old captain returning to get his revenge on the otter. I couldn't find Erksta in the wreckage, and somehow I was sure he survived. He always had a knack for survival... Anyhow, I figured I should give some background as to let you know -- if you ever do read this, whoever you are -- what I'm doing, why, all of that rubbish.
When I was seven, Erksta was fourteen, and we lived with out family on Coppercastle Isle. It was ruled by a local monarch; all of our business was done by trade. The whole place was a group of sebeasts! Then, Lord Dewhurst got a little too ambitious... We realized that corsairs were raiding some of the ships headed for Mossflower. Thus, he developed a navy and set it under Admiral Percy. Percy also became a little too ambitious; he attacked a corsair's ship by the name of the Ruffian and defeated her in a great victory. However, the corsairs returned to Coppercastle in attempt at revenge, but before they arrived, a former prominent Captain who had been looked over for the position led a mutiny in the Isle. Our Isle was split in two - the Loyalists and the Rebels - and sadly, so was our family.
My father, a simple voyaging merchant, ordered Erksta and I to stay out of the streets, not to get involved in the fighting, etc. I was only seven and had no problem obeying; Erksta chose to go the other way. He declared that father was a coward and stormed out with a small dagger. I didn't see him for two seasons until he returned to the Isle as a sailor on a ship called Stormrover. The First Mate, named Kage, was becoming a bad influence on him and I could tell from the start. They started off stealing some apples from a family's orchard, but then it became serious. After the mutiny had subsided, Lord Dewhurst had died and the reigns fell to his eldest son, Septim. Septim was a rotund, sloppy, disliked, greedy otter. Erksta and Kage broke into the Castle and shot an arrow in his head; I immediately lost all hope in my brother, and they got out as quickly as possible. He was a murderer; however, four seasons ago, my father died of the pox. My mother had died two seasons before of the same thing. Before it got me, I was out of there.
I sailed for seasons on some other ships, looking for him. I heard he was with The Horde, then something called the Guardians, and then a corsair at Adael, etc. I'm still searching for him on a vessel called Bleakwhistle. It's okay, not very good earnings, but I'm a helms-beast and loving it. We're headed for Mossflower now, as that's my best bet. Probably be there in a week or so...
Day Four - The Sixth of February
Bleakwhistle's stopped in the Northern Isles. Dreadfully cold here. Blasted captain took all of the blankets for himself and is sitting in his own quarter's all nice and cozy. Some of the richer crew-mates went to inns; the rest of us, however, are sitting down in the deck, shivering and huddling together. They say we're going to tack east and head down the coast, where we'll land in what is called the Eastern Waterfront. Sounds fancy, if you ask me... Anyhow, I hope someone will be able to tell me about my brother. I know he's a corsair now or something like that, but he's my brother and the only kin I got left. Ever since Uncle Racko, whom I was named after, passed, then mother and father, I haven't had anyone. Anyhow, I'm freezing, and I'd like to put my paws back in my coat pockets to warm up. I'm pretty sure the ink is freezing over, too. Blasted winter.
Day Seven - The Ninth of February
We're almost to the Eastern Waterfont. Apparently we're docked in the Northern area of Mossflower Woods, near the ruins of Noonvale... means nothing to me, but this old Navigator - real smart, personable water vole - is trying to teach me all about the history of Mossflower and all of that. I don't know how to politely tell him to shut it, so I'll probably just say that. Blasted geezer. I find that the colder and more exhausted I get, the more cynical I become. Maybe it's the Riverrider blood in me... Uncle Racko was practically neutral. And Erksta? It may be safe to say that he's reached the other side of the boat, if you know what I'm saying. Doesn't matter if you do, though... Not like anyone's reading this...
Day Eleven - The Thirteenth of February
We've reached the Eastern Waterfront. Pretty nice place, too. Lots of boats, some shops, boatyards, and a pretty nice tavern. The "Silver Tankard" is the name, and I'm particularly fond of their Elderberry Wine. According to the recent scuttlebutt, the Guardians of Mossflower have their flagship docked here, so maybe I'll find out some more about my brother, after all. Perhaps an old friend or something. Anyway, I bartered with the Captain to give me my payment for the last three months and I'm leaving the ship. Hated it. Now I'm gonna stay here, march inland toward the Guardians' main fort and see what's going on over there. I'm up in a room at the "Silver Tankard," but I'm ready to walk downstairs and have some more of that delectable wine...
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The otter closed the book and sighed, wrapping the linen strap around the cover and laying it on the bed. He would sleep there tonight, so there were no worries of leaving the journal behind. He opened the creaky, wooden door with an ominous reeee and stepped out the room. Racko quickly shuffled down the steps of the Tavern and scoured the room for any familiar -- or unfamiliar -- faces; it was almost empty except for the random sailor, all goodbeasts, too. An otter bartender kept the drinkers busy with jokes, witty puns and poems, and impressions. To his left were the barrels of ale, beer, rum, wine, all of it. To his right were private tables, where those who wanted a quieter venue than the bar could relax. However, everyone was at the bar, which he found somewhat ironic.
Racko turned and stepped up to the bar, but didn't take a seat one of the stools. "Barkeep, c'n I git summ'o'at Elderberry Wine, hm? I'll be at 'em tables..." The otter then turned and strolled back to the tables. After a few moments of silence, a mug of the delicious wine was placed on the table without a word. He mouthed a "thank you" to the Bartender, but nothing emerged from his lips. He hugged his cloak around him once again; underneath, his chest was bare. Some beige pants covered his legs and waist; an odd combination, indeed, was the otter's dark black cloak (common of the Riverrider kin) and his creamy trousers. A belt was strapped around with a small dagger, a pouch of pebbles, and a sling. He didn't expect any violence, but he kept his weapons with him at all times. The Guardians were too prominent in this area for too many vermin to be around, anyhow. And tomorrow, he would make the trek up to the Guardians' fort. Or perhaps someone would meet him here with news of his brother... The hunt was on.