[The handwriting of this one is quite nice. Which is only to be expected from Syeira's background, which she will slightly explain.]

Now despite the helpfully cryptic explanation on the fountain, and on the front page of this book, I'm still rather at a loss of where to start, and these charming townsfolk are permanently coy with information. So, I suppose I'll start at the beginning of me, and perhaps someone out there can take over.

My name is Syeira [She pronounces it Sigh-Ir-uh], Ward of Gorion, formerly of Candlekeep in the land of Faerun. I'm a Bard by trade, adventurer by circumstance. Most recently I was in the merchant nation of Amn. And now I'm on an island I've never heard of before. I'm rather curious as to whether or not I'm still even on Toril. There's always the possibility of being transported to Abeir, but there's a distinct lack of Primordials, so I'm wagering not.

And now this is becoming a geography lesson. I apologize. You can take the girl out of the library, but you can't take the library out of the girl.

Any case, there it is. Now I should like to move forward, if at all possible. Is anyone able to help me do that?

[ooc: This is the latest intro post in the history of ever.]

If this race was on foot, I'd have all you guys beat.









Okay, not really, but I do have tons of practice.

We used to race all the time back home -- down the beach, in the water, through the trees. One of our courses had a zip-line, too, so if you didn't get to it first you were kind of screwed.

A ship race should be interesting, though.

Are we expecting the Navy to show up at this thing? A bunch of pirates in one place, including that one officer who actually defected... Maybe that's part of the fun, though.

I wouldn't mind taking out another Naval ship.

Without proper orders, I have no desire to win any races. {It would be easy for him; far too easy.} I fear I am not the only one who feels like a ship without an anchorage. Still...

{He does miss having a Master. Or even a Mistress for that matter. He has had both.}

Are there other servants feeling adrift? {None like him he imagines. He hasn't sensed anyone beyond Grell - and they're not really similar.}

You beg me to show myself, you implore,
You wish to hear my voice, and see my face:
The mighty prayer of your soul weighs
With me, I am here! – What wretched terror
Grips you, the Superhuman! Where is your soul’s calling?
Where is the heart that made a world inside, enthralling:
Carried it, nourished it, swollen with joy, so tremulous,
That you too might be a Spirit, one of us?
Where are you, Faust, whose ringing voice
Drew towards me with all your force?
Are you he, who, breathing my breath,
Trembles in all your life’s depths,
A fearful, writhing worm?

{His deep voice makes those words especially chilling. Particularly when he finishes the monologue with a chuckle.}