#Lore24 – Entry #122 – Muckenmyre Month #1 – Shipwrecked off the Dragon Isles
From the journal of Takara, Slave Inquisitor of the Stellae Illustris.
I have little memory of the Dragon Isles; we really weren’t there that long, just a few foggy images of rocky islands in the distance. I was there to assist the Emperor’s Inquisition as they tracked the remnants of a group tied to the Res’Teringal rebellion, the last of those who would dare oppose his rightful rule, driven from their hiding place after several months of searching. The remnant rebels had taken up with a pirate fleet, hoping to flee the emperor’s grasp, perhaps to live long enough to mount another attempt to buck the control of the Empire. Once our chase fleet had caught up with them, they made straight for the Dragon Isles. We knew they were bound for Cypress Isle at the tip of the island chain, but they were desperate.
They turned toward the inner islands.
They brought the storms…the Dragons’ Fury.
These storms were…like nothing I had ever witnessed in my life. No storm within the many regions of the Empire that I have traversed in my two centuries of life were anything close to the fury that came from those islands, rolling down from the skies to the north like a gray and black wall of roiling death. Our fleet was doomed the moment Inquisitor Dama decided to follow the pirates closer in. I don’t know if they made it out; we lost sight of them within moments as the seas began to surge, lightning struck all about, and hail slammed into us. The thunder…it really was like the roar of dragons. That is the only way I can describe it…what else could sound so terrifying, even to someone like me, than a roar from a legendary dragon?
We tried to turn away, but it was far too late for us. Our decision to follow the rebels toward the inner islands had sealed our doom. Our ships were shattered in minutes. I had already made my peace with my death, to whatever fate my soul would face. My life had been nothing but suffering, either inflicted upon me, or with myself inflicting it upon others. It was all for the Emperor of course, may He live forever, and I certainly would change nothing that I had done in his name…but to die so quickly…I certainly could never have imagined such a…merciful end. It was not an ending for someone who had been responsible for causing so much pain to others, especially those of my own kind. Most of my brother and sister slaves certainly did not deserve what I did to them, but I am a loyal slave to my great Emperor, and it is his will that I channeled; I was his vessel, his voice to those who could not understand it.
I felt the cold of the virulent sea, felt the electric charge in the air and water from the lightning as I was tossed around, felt my bones break from the impact of the hailstones, from my body slamming into the broken hull as it was tossed from one massive wave to the next. Somehow I became entangled with the rigging or some netting, became stuck fast to a portion of one of the broken ships. In my last moments of consciousness, I was certain that I would be sinking below the waves, would become one with the sweet, cold, void that lay below.
My expectations were perhaps too high.
My hopes for death were premature.
For I am still here.