( audio ) un: jd

[baum]

Hey. Hi, I'm new, I guess.

[ Water can be heard sloshing the sides of the boat around him. Of course, maybe you're on his boat, in which case you get to see him in person, huddled with the device in his hands and his lit candle between his knees. ]

Uh, I don't...fully understand what's going on here. I mean, I read the short version. Taravast, Sa-Hareth. I get it, I'm not in Kansas anymore.

I don't get what we're supposed to be doing. Does anyone know where we're sailing to? And they said keep the candles lit. What happens if we don't, does anyone know? It sounds like magic, and fairytales, and nothing that makes any sense to me. And why can't we sail during the day, is something after us?

[ Something's always after him. This is...well it's a new kind of horror, and it reads like something out of a nightmare, honestly, but he's taken unbelievable horror in stride before. It's just normally the product of science fiction and not fantasy.

But he can deal. Probably.

Also, he should establish allies if he can. Without drawing potential threats to himself. There's a reason this is audio and not video. ]

Name's John Dixon. Uh, for all that this is new to me, I'm a pretty good handyman, so. Let me know if there's somewhere I can pitch in.

Comments

[song_of_fire]

Did Enam speak to you when you arrived? You have the communication device, so he should have.

The Merchant may contact you. From what I've found, they tell us everything of what's happened after we arrive.

It doesn't seem they want us uninformed and there's a great deal of story to tell.

[baum]

Let's just say I got the cliff notes version.

How long have you been here?

[song_of_fire]

Not nearly as long as some, just before the revolution at the Citadel.

It was a quick lesson for me when I arrived as well. I may not have all the details. Was your arrival difficult? I know some fell in the water.

[baum]

Oh. Yeah, they pulled me out with the fish. They were pretty disappointed I was human.

[ Which is a traumatic way to arrive, probably, but it kind of rolls off John's back. He's had worse. ]

Good thing I can swim, I guess.

[song_of_fire]

I can't say I am. I'd rather you be human than one of the shades that appeared near our boat. Nor would I want you to be a mermaid.

[Honestly, she's simply glad to see another face among their group.]

Did you feel that cold as well? Where nothing could warm you?

I...fell into the water at one point.