Corsairs of Khorvaire
Sul, 1st of Therendor, 999
- This morning, I finished working on the elevator, a wonderful patching of ancient and modern Artifice, if I do say so myself.
- The time I’ve spent among the Kreen, I’ve seen things of great beauty. The architecture, the grace, the psionic skills. They build with their hands, their hearts, and their minds. By simply focusing their will, they can create constructs of pure force to lift heavy objects, fight, even carry messages for those who cannot speak with telepathy.
- This afternoon, the Crystalfire returned. Zero casualties, no sign of shellrot, with a full load of high quality sand for the Kreen. The queen was most pleased, and agreed to a week’s worth of full work from her people, to create enough dasl to fill our hold. The catch of course, is that we must defend the city ourselves against the barbaric ones, the degenerated Giants of the jungle surrounding the city. We haven’t enough people to cover every avenue of attack, so the Captain decided we would go into the jungle after them.
- Leaving the Crystalfire behind to cover the city, we trekked south. Into the heat. Into the humidity.
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