A prayer from your dwarf, a plea of mercy to one that knows so much; please spare my family. I have done everything that you have asked of me. I know that you are no messenger boy but would you please send a message to my father.
To my father,
I know that I disappointed you when I took my inheritance and became a mariner then upped the ante and then insulted our family name by becoming a pirate. Then I took my cousin in and after becoming captain turned over the ropes to him. To be honest I wasn’t going to change and perhaps was going to be a fugitive forever until Osiris came to me in a dream.
Our family has been though some historical changes and I apologize that they outshone your own history. but look at the positive outcome; your son is a champion of justice, your nephew is king of the country. I have seen kings, gods and dragons. I have touched gods (well parts of him) and have spoken to angels; faced demons and visited ancient dwarven cities. It has all been an uphill climb but has been totally worth it.
Now I have a request of you, save our country, for when you save our country from the civil war that has ensued, the king can help me get my beloved Mary back. I can’t do the task myself because of my higher obligation to Osiris and the other gods of Light. Please use your influence as Onslaught the Horrible. Rouse your brethren to fight for your country. I remember when I was young, you told of how you would push dwarven boarders and as a smith and leather neck you would forge weapons for Bizantium and use them to keep our shores clear of ‘human scum’. Now I need you to use that power and influence to save Bizantium from its internal turmoil. I need you and Mini needs you. Though your hair is silver you are still young (by dwarven standards).
I will be safe and well. Kiss mom for me.
I cannot explain this swirling darkness. I cannot feel my legs or arms, my eyes will not open, my lips say nothing, just nothingness. I think I can hear my companions’ voices. The fight for Osiris is hard and its taking a lot out of me. Please do not tell this to Mary or the others in my family. Continue to give me courage and wisdom. Show me the way to get to all the pieces. Please do not let me die. I made a promise to Isis, Ra, Bennu, Horus, and you. I am to keep it. I have been proud to be in your service.
Please help me to keep my promise to Bennu and find the Redbeard crew or free me of this debt.
Written by Overkill on the 30th of Thoth the 1st year of King Minischmee.
Now the group is coming together.
Now they are beginning to see how bad it will get before we are done.
Now these logs (Xerx’ses and Azariel really been the first since my joining) look like letters of war veterans.
The death is real, you can smell the courage through the fear, sweat and blood.
I love this game.
It goes in cycles- there was a time before when Chip, Cava, Overkill, Gavin, and Rell despaired as well…
Thanks for the compliment- you guys make the game!
A little o’ this and a little o’ that! Still no mention of Sir Quixis’s epic shield bash. It’s kinda funny, before joining CrIsis I don’t think Tyvernos ever even sent a magic-pigeon or wrote in a journal.