09-18-2010, 05:47 PM
The following contains profanity and content unsuitable for children; Ye have been warned.
Ross' journal is a small black moleskin notebook. Ink spots blotch the slightly singed cover of the miniature tome.
Entry One:
Ross' journal is a small black moleskin notebook. Ink spots blotch the slightly singed cover of the miniature tome.
Entry One:
Spoiler:
Well... Here I am. I'm nothing. Nothing like I was before I started the fisheries; Like I was back in Undermine. A slave, but instead of a slave to a goblin, I'm stuck a slave to things a damned child could deal with. A slave to my addictions, a slave to my dwindling fortune, a slave to the longings to BE something again.
I... I was The Boss. Boss Ross. Horace was the captain of the ship, thought he called the shots... But even then, I was the one who had the respect of the crew. No one trusted him; They trusted me. And I trusted them back. My bank account grew and grew as the fisheries did. I was on top of the world, and no one could stop me. Then my kingdom came crumbling down around me.
I was taken out by a crew member. Stabbed in the back, poison blade, the works. I managed to blow a hole through that damned undead's skull, f**k if I can remember her name. Some nobody, hoping to climb the ranks of our little Cartel. Our little family. But that just wasn't how it worked... I went down. They went down. We went down.
Some of them died like I did, but others, like my friend Gatwazzak, survived. Horace took his ship and sailed into the ocean to who-knows-where, some going with him. Not many did though. I was stuck in a grave on the outskirts of Ratchet by some of the crew, but in the end, only one stayed loyal; My good friend and close ally, Gatwazzak. He pulled me from the afterlife, that horrid place, back into the realm of the living. Where I could reach out, and touch the fortune of mine I had been waiting for. Feel the warmth of a woman's touch... Even if the only woman I could find for myself was buried deep in debt, drugs, and crime; a slave to goblins running whorehouses. Now THERE'S a profitable business...
I... I was The Boss. Boss Ross. Horace was the captain of the ship, thought he called the shots... But even then, I was the one who had the respect of the crew. No one trusted him; They trusted me. And I trusted them back. My bank account grew and grew as the fisheries did. I was on top of the world, and no one could stop me. Then my kingdom came crumbling down around me.
I was taken out by a crew member. Stabbed in the back, poison blade, the works. I managed to blow a hole through that damned undead's skull, f**k if I can remember her name. Some nobody, hoping to climb the ranks of our little Cartel. Our little family. But that just wasn't how it worked... I went down. They went down. We went down.
Some of them died like I did, but others, like my friend Gatwazzak, survived. Horace took his ship and sailed into the ocean to who-knows-where, some going with him. Not many did though. I was stuck in a grave on the outskirts of Ratchet by some of the crew, but in the end, only one stayed loyal; My good friend and close ally, Gatwazzak. He pulled me from the afterlife, that horrid place, back into the realm of the living. Where I could reach out, and touch the fortune of mine I had been waiting for. Feel the warmth of a woman's touch... Even if the only woman I could find for myself was buried deep in debt, drugs, and crime; a slave to goblins running whorehouses. Now THERE'S a profitable business...