[Written with modern ballpoint pen in a casual, simple, Celtic-style calligraphic script.]

Request for Ingredients

Please collect samples of these plants during your island explorations and I will gladly trade coin or other goods for them.

[Small, crude sketches of each herb are painstakingly placed by each entry.]

Heatherum and Foxite - both of these herbs are common in my homeland of Ferelden and are used to make herbal agents.

Deathroot - despite the name, this plant is innocuous when handled. I require the leaves rather than the flowers.

Also useful to me would be any venom extracted from a poisonous creature. It is easiest to find and obtain from giant spiders, though I have not yet seen such spiders in this world. If you happen to face and defeat a spider, please take the time to collect its venom or to inform me of where such spiders can be located.

[She writes nothing else except her usual signature and a quick sketch of a griffon segreant - the symbol of the Grey Wardens.]

-EC

Ye burn down a whole bloody island and ye wonder why the navy are on yer tail. Well they are and ye know who ye are. Their intent be to kill or capture and I’d prefer the first ta th’ other and no mistake. But I hope ye incomparable bastards get both. I know this hain’t yer world and ye lot are bein’ held here against yer will but remember it be one entity that be doin’ it, not the lot ‘o us. It be my world and ye don’t get to torch it to oblivion fer whatever reason ye want. The Navy will hunt ye down like the dogs ye are and even if ye come back there will be hell to pay.


Suffice ta say the Dog hain’t sufferin’ fools today so ye lot get no news, no weather. But out ‘o the kindness o’ what few ‘o ye I can actually stomach, I will be answerin’ one question. That be one. A single question. Somethin’ wi’ a hooky bit at the end. Anyone else has hooky bits they can keep it to their own selves.

Rikka's running around the Shepherd, and the dock where it remains moored, like a girl possessed. She looks like a completely different young woman than she did a week ago; friends and a long bath have breathed new life into her after the events leading up to Halloween. But, whatever happened, it's got her scared again, and both her own crew and anyone else on the island are likely to notice - she's usually a little more collected than this, vampiric shenanigans aside. Catching herself for a moment and realizing there's a better way, she stops, take a moment to get her breath back, and opens her journal.

"If anyone on the Shepherd is reading this, we need to move now. We're in danger if we stay here any longer. If anyone's joining us, get aboard. Alice, Mana, we need to start making preparations; meet me on the deck. Whoever else is left, you should probably meet me on the deck, too. I am not going to see us killed today, if there's anything I can do about it.

Anyone else that's on Isla Empieza, I think it's a good idea if you do the same thing - if the Navy comes here, we're going to be stuck, and I don't want to think about what's going to happen to us. Please... everyone be careful."

Satisfied as the journal finishes recording her handwriting, she snaps it shut, and starts up the gangplank at a brisk walk. And when she's on the deck:

"MARIBELLE!"

[Anyone on the deck of the Charming Murderess is going to see Marvelous standing atop the highest railing he could perch himself on.

Regardless, his journal is open in his hand, broadcasting to anyone on this ship or the Triton's Mistress. All told, he had not been there LONG from the Nav before things started to look sour. But, stuff happens. Better to roll with the punches than sit and worry about them.]

Attention, crew of the Charming Murderess! This is your new Captain speaking! My name is Marvelous.

Introduction's going to have to be short and sweet, though - in case you haven't noticed, thanks to some of our fellow pirates out there on the seas burning an island to the ground we now have this Navy poised to hunt us down and be rid of us.

I did not sign up for this just to get sunk the moment I set foot on here. So, I want to take stock of you guys and this ship.

Just what the hell do we have to work with?

Meanwhile, Triton's Mistress! I've been told this ship has an alliance with you. I'm prepared to keep on with that if you are, but I'm guessing me and your Captain need to have a little chat.