Greyhawk

Caoimhe's Prayers

Divine Father who watches over us,

Please accept the thanks of your humble servant. You not only saw me safely through my travels, but graced me with the chance to see such sights as I would never have imagined. Though I was only a short day in Diyon, it was a day full of wonders. It’s one thing to hear of the marvels of the city that brought Iuz to his knees, it’s another to see it large as life. St. Jude’s Knights marching proudly by, Golems doing their repairs and upkeep, people of all sorts from all corners. And as if that wasn’t enough, the head of the Temple of St. Cuthbert himself invites me to dinner. Me, a lowly Chapeaux from the countryside.

But idle hands are a demon’s plaything. I would not overstay my welcome. The good word needs to be spread, and it did not take me long to find a ship that would carry me north to the Broken Isles. The Naaid, and her captain Teddy, made a good first impression. The ship is sturdy and her captain is a decent man, devout and good spirited. Oh, there is youth and folly in there no doubt, but I doubt I’ll have a hard time keeping him on the right path.

The rest of the crew are a lively bunch. Shen is a walking, talking tree! Imagine that! Erwin and Sam like to quarrel over magic (mainly over whose is best), but I’ve made it clear that there’ll be none of that at my table. Sam is a spirited one, bright and good-natured. But as for Erwin … half the time I don’t know what he’s talking about (or wish I didn’t).

Nina is quiet, and keeps to herself, doesn’t want to bother anyone. I want to try to draw her out of her shell, but faced with a high elf like herself I feel like a foolish little girl. She’s a powerful singer, and I’m not talking about making herself heard over a loud congregation on a windy day. Her voice stirs something. Maybe I can try to get her to try something a little more jolly. A gig good for a bit of dance, a bit of craic! Or maybe she’d respond better to a quiet chat just between the two of us. Although there’s hardly a bit of privacy with the lot of us crammed together.

Our first port of call was Gull Drab, a small fishing village. They people there have a hard life, but are fair and straight dealing. What I liked was their currency. They trade not in gold or trinkets, but nails. They value that which they can use to build and mend. They are not idle or vain. I’d like to go about getting them as much nails as they need and more, with finer tools than they can manage to forge themselves. Not as trade, nor any forced loyalty, just a sign that we followers of St. Cuthbert value charity. With just a request that they construct a hall where shelter can be found for any who need it. After a few months, if I have judged them rightly, we will find a warm welcome and an ready audience for what we wish to say. If instead they picker over the nails or waste what was given, then we will have a decidedly harder task. Such is the path we have chosen.

Our next stop is Slave Drab. Our passenger started to share his story. Mathew he’s called, named after a local hero. He’s hopeful about the deal he’s making, although he spoke of some dangers. I wish him well, he’s had his fair share of hardships, but still has hope for a better future. Look over him, my Lord, and bless his marriage. Bless us all, we varied souls on this little ship, that we each find your light in our lives, each in our own way.

Your servant, until the hour of my death.

Caoimhe.

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