As we turned back toward the island, I gritted my teeth and prepared my cannon for battle. After flying through earlier, I knew what we were getting into, and I knew that it wouldn’t be easy, but Quent is my home, with the closest thing to family that I have ever had. There is no way I could ever simply stand by and let it fall.
When we neared the first few ships and began to fire back and forth, I felt my blood begin to boil at the thought of this Captain Cinder Jeggare, this coward who dared to bring his fleet to my home, to hurt my people. I felt an anger rise up within me at the audacity of this man, and I felt an itch in the back of my mind that craved his blood; his death.
The cannon fire continued, and more ships joined the opposition. Eventually, I saw the Sacrifice appear, and my anger only grew. I imagined the captain, his blood pooling about him, as we stood over him, victorious. But first, to get there. I approached Gas for the flying carpet, and Todrin for his more powerful gun, but before we even got the chance to board the other ship, Cinder, a burned mage, and some fiery knight appeared on deck and immediately struck down Todrin. They must have teleported from Kulrosh onboard Sacrifice, now sinking thanks to Omar and his giant shark.
In yet another freakish display of acrobatics, Kulrosh leaped from the sinking vessel to the Prosperity, and managed to take down the mage before he could do any further damage. As I locked onto the would-be conqueror, I felt the anger surge, and fired. My goddess is not known for her forgiveness, and neither am I. When his blood started to spill, I felt my grip on the guns loosen. That incessant itch grew stronger, and I suddenly lost myself in the vision of walking up to him and tearing out his throat with my bare hands, his blood streaming through my fingers as the life left him.
I was violently shaken from my reverie as the captain fell, killed by Gas’s bomb. After that, the battle was quickly won. Any ships that weren’t sinking fled, and we met up with Tessa Fairwind, who invited us for celebratory drinks. Shaken by the day’s events and my unusual thoughts, I kept fairly quiet as people milled about incessantly asking questions. I felt my annoyance mounting and the itch grew stronger again and began to feel a craving. Quickly, I stood and headed back to the House of Stolen Kisses to take clients. Despite earning a fair sum, I awoke the next morning still unsatisfied.
I tried to move on as we met with Tessa once more for breakfast. I stayed unusually quiet, as I still felt “off” somehow. This meant that the others did most of the talking for once, and unfortunately this included Omar. Of course, he pissed Tessa off with talk of the Kuru. I finally spoke up when he mentioned going to deal with them before finding the third artifact. I will not lose another artifact to the Priest of the Cult, so we will sail to Field of Bones and Black Glass. As we prepare to sail, I try to sort my thoughts, but no matter what I do, I still can’t satisfy the craving, shake that itch from the back of my mind.