posted on May, 17 2016 @ 10:47 PM
The tavern was filled with drunkards wasting away theirs and their lover's pay. Half these men were mine. But they had no lovers. No.
These men knew no anchors for they were men of the sea in quest of riches beyond. There was a treasure in a land not faraway. Accasia they call it.
Full of faeries and pixies and other vermin. My men would slaughter them all for some coin and I commanded them and sought wealth, yes, I sought
wealth. But rumors were swiftly running through the different realms that the Witch Queen was dead, killed by some pests. So yes. If you asked me I'd
say I sought wealth. But there was power to be taken. Those pests were do gooders. They sought no power. I'll take it for myself.
I topped off my drink and made way for the ship. The air was cool, I felt victory in the air. The moon up above was full, our sails would be too, as
soon as the men would rise with pounding heads to the sound of waves crashing and the wenches sent away from their beds.