Three Dragons and a Myr
Sitting at a table with three dragons and a Myr elf, she takes a bite of fried squid.
The dragon to her left leans down to her, to get a closer look. "So what was it that attracted you to Bastphomet?"
"I was looking for a change. I wanted to devote my life to something greater then just the pursuit of gold. She was the only god that I knew of at the time. I was raised in one of the Island Duchies, and She is the patron of the Dukes. I always liked cats and the prospect of having the power over life and death was appealing. But as I adventured under Her name I felt something was missing, that I didn't have that fullness of a connection to Her that I felt I should have. It wasn't complete."
"So what brought you to Kraken?" The lost Myr asked, leaning back against a dragonsized tankard.
"Well..." She pauses to think. "It was when we, my adventuring party and I, were given a corvette ship from your government for our services in ending the Myr-Saguagin war. I found piloting the ship to be a powerful experience. Racing across the crest of the waves and diving down to cruise the ocean, it was exhilarating."
The dragon sighs, almost dreamily. "Ah! Yes, the wingless flight. Tis quite wonderful, no?" He smiles a toothy smile.
She nods. "Over the next week, while I was piloting, I reflected upon my life. And I realized that all the best things that have happened to me happened at sea. The ocean has always been there to shelter and protect me."
The Myr leans forward, his interest piqued. "How so mon...ah, I mean human?"
She frowns, remembering painful things. "Well...my mother died birthing me. My father raised me until I was six. There was an accident out in the fields and he never returned. He was my only family and we had no friends. So I ended up on the streets.
A man found me wondering on my fourth day. He said he'd give me food and a roof over my head if I worked for him. So he took me back to his home, a rundown cellar on the eastern side of the outside wall. There were about seven other kids there. Boys and girls that were older then me. All orphans taken in by Uncle Oliver. He taught me to steal and beg and sent me out each day with the rest of them to work the streets. If we didn't bring enough home each day to his satisfaction, he'd beat us and we wouldn't get any food.
Two years ago, when I turned fourteen, Uncle thought it was time for me to learn how to burgle. I got caught on my first job. Would have made it if the guy wasn't home...
The Duke made me a deal. He said that if I told him where Uncle's cellar was, he wouldn't kill me. So I agreed and was given one day's head start before the Duke sent his ravaging undead on me.
I ran off the island and floundered across the water to another island. Managed to steal a rowboat and I took off again, heading for the open water. I don't know how long I rowed for, or if I was even rowing in a straight line. I didn't have any water or any food with me. Eventually, I must have wandered into a shipping lane because a merchantman picked me up.
The captain, I don't remember his name now, was really...nice. He gave me his room and shared his food with me and made sure none of his crew bothered me. He didn't ask anything from me in return. How do such people survive? I found out later that he was sailing from Gyr to a small port on the Satyr coast, didn't say why when I asked him. When we made port, he gave me a few coppers and wished me well.
A few days later I tried my hand at thieving again. Ended up stealing the Innkeeper's purse. Nearly got caught but instead ended up in a party with adventurers.
(Insert Bitter Sea adventures here)
So, you see, everything good that's happened to me, happened at sea. I thought about all this when I was piloting for the first week and realized that I should be giving devotions to the ocean god. I only knew of King Kahuna eight months ago. But when I learned of Kraken, I felt...complete. I realize now that King Kahuna is the human version of Kraken's worship. But I felt that if I'm going to worship, that I should worship the proper identity."
The dragon to her left leans down to her, to get a closer look. "So what was it that attracted you to Bastphomet?"
"I was looking for a change. I wanted to devote my life to something greater then just the pursuit of gold. She was the only god that I knew of at the time. I was raised in one of the Island Duchies, and She is the patron of the Dukes. I always liked cats and the prospect of having the power over life and death was appealing. But as I adventured under Her name I felt something was missing, that I didn't have that fullness of a connection to Her that I felt I should have. It wasn't complete."
"So what brought you to Kraken?" The lost Myr asked, leaning back against a dragonsized tankard.
"Well..." She pauses to think. "It was when we, my adventuring party and I, were given a corvette ship from your government for our services in ending the Myr-Saguagin war. I found piloting the ship to be a powerful experience. Racing across the crest of the waves and diving down to cruise the ocean, it was exhilarating."
The dragon sighs, almost dreamily. "Ah! Yes, the wingless flight. Tis quite wonderful, no?" He smiles a toothy smile.
She nods. "Over the next week, while I was piloting, I reflected upon my life. And I realized that all the best things that have happened to me happened at sea. The ocean has always been there to shelter and protect me."
The Myr leans forward, his interest piqued. "How so mon...ah, I mean human?"
She frowns, remembering painful things. "Well...my mother died birthing me. My father raised me until I was six. There was an accident out in the fields and he never returned. He was my only family and we had no friends. So I ended up on the streets.
A man found me wondering on my fourth day. He said he'd give me food and a roof over my head if I worked for him. So he took me back to his home, a rundown cellar on the eastern side of the outside wall. There were about seven other kids there. Boys and girls that were older then me. All orphans taken in by Uncle Oliver. He taught me to steal and beg and sent me out each day with the rest of them to work the streets. If we didn't bring enough home each day to his satisfaction, he'd beat us and we wouldn't get any food.
Two years ago, when I turned fourteen, Uncle thought it was time for me to learn how to burgle. I got caught on my first job. Would have made it if the guy wasn't home...
The Duke made me a deal. He said that if I told him where Uncle's cellar was, he wouldn't kill me. So I agreed and was given one day's head start before the Duke sent his ravaging undead on me.
I ran off the island and floundered across the water to another island. Managed to steal a rowboat and I took off again, heading for the open water. I don't know how long I rowed for, or if I was even rowing in a straight line. I didn't have any water or any food with me. Eventually, I must have wandered into a shipping lane because a merchantman picked me up.
The captain, I don't remember his name now, was really...nice. He gave me his room and shared his food with me and made sure none of his crew bothered me. He didn't ask anything from me in return. How do such people survive? I found out later that he was sailing from Gyr to a small port on the Satyr coast, didn't say why when I asked him. When we made port, he gave me a few coppers and wished me well.
A few days later I tried my hand at thieving again. Ended up stealing the Innkeeper's purse. Nearly got caught but instead ended up in a party with adventurers.
(Insert Bitter Sea adventures here)
So, you see, everything good that's happened to me, happened at sea. I thought about all this when I was piloting for the first week and realized that I should be giving devotions to the ocean god. I only knew of King Kahuna eight months ago. But when I learned of Kraken, I felt...complete. I realize now that King Kahuna is the human version of Kraken's worship. But I felt that if I'm going to worship, that I should worship the proper identity."