Commemoration and Strategizing Mustering what strength she can Lia surveys the wreckage that was once her livelihood for whatever supplies she can gather. She sees none of her fellow shipmates as she riffles through drenched and tattered clothing in hopes of finding some signs of life beyond her own. Emotion materializes once again on her features throughout her search; discovering the captain’s favorite cap, Ol’ Hikreg’s lucky wooden dice, Gam’s (their youngest and newest crewmate) scarf. With the sun past its peak, she decides to stay and create a memorial with all the personal effects she can find. Grabbing a small crate she can sit on she plays her sea damaged flute to the best of her ability to her now lost family. As the sun begins to sink she places the flute with the rest of the items and readies a fire for the evening. Distraught and restless the rising sun begins to great her to a less then lively reception. Searching once more she slowly eats what little rations she finds and discovers a sturdy chest undamaged, ‘Captain Rumeim’s I presume,’ she concludes. She spends a good portion of the morning trying to pry, break and lightly kick the crate open, only to realize in her embarrassment that the locking mechanism was disengaged the whole time. Inside she finds a ships log, a few blank books, some first circle scrolls and a pouch of Truth’s. Lifting a rather large, well bound, and intricate blank book she concludes ‘My Old Grimoire is in the bottom of the Windjammers Bay, so I will need a new one and this should suffice for a start.’ Finally, after clearing the chest she takes what little rations left she finds and begins to move. ‘Our next port of call was Port Hampstead and we were expected to arrive in about 3 days’ time from the attack. I’m guessing my pursuers, whoever they may be, might continue looking that way just in case. If I’m correct, Center and Fort Wayfare should be closer to where I’m currently located. It’s a good location to stock up and find some work as well, for I will need to prepare for what’s to come.’ Following the road north, Lia manages to bind the book of high quality with new spells from the scrolls she found in the chest and begins to write. Even after 50 odd years someone just cannot let it be. Whatever your justifications, innocent lives were lost because of you and you will pay for they were friends, they were my family. Know that when you meet me again, I will be as I was. I will be strong again and I will show no mercy. With that off her chest she breaths in controlled breaths and contemplates for some time before the scribbling continues. I will need a plan starting with the highest of priorities. As a sailor would confess after feeding the fish, “I simply need to regain my sea legs.” Center used to be an adventurers hub which could provide me with capable compatriots. These adventurers have no need to know who I was, but lying will not be wise either; if I stick to a first name basis, then I could potentially keep my secret longer without losing trust. Of course, I will also need to find work in order to attain the power I require to finish this once and for all. The lives lost will not be in vein. While inadvisable at this time, it matters not; I will spread awareness of the deeds that were done to the Lucinda’s Star. Hopefully it will bring the culprits to light, even if it means they find me before I’m ready. Perhaps I will be fortuitous and have others by my side when it happens. I am an adventurer after all now, so I should now be inclined to the habitual behavior of seeking endangerment.((In the word document I wrote this in the font I used for her writting in the book was a Brush Script, or handwritting. Unfortunately I can't transfer that here, would have added a bit to this I think by implementing that she has neat handwriting. In any case, it's still a different font here so it can be easily seperated from the narration and thought bubbles.))