The Book of Captain as well as the Universe of Verena has been in development by myself for at least three years. I have debated where to begin, but I feel this is probably the best place to start.
More on the way.
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Years ago in the summer of 284 F.C., Five captains were tasked with charting the continent of Verena in the hopes of bringing forth the defeat and dissolution of the Liyer race. I am among those five, and now regret to inform that I am the last one to remain coherent enough to write.
We have travelled all across the continent, and have found treasures worthy of the deep seas, to monsters that shall not be discussed, for fear of bringing curiosity to any. As I write this, I have no idea of the condition of my village or even that of the Queen’s Empire…and it shocks me how I have no inclination to return to them or whether to find out if they still exist.
We have met the Dorse tribes and their mass of fields, as well as their ‘masters’ the Rulvines. The Fairy tribes we have encountered are scattered in the forests, and the Liyer race still exists, but the scant Salamander villages we traveled through give me hope that we might still be able to conquer this land and give it everlasting peace and prosperity.
To write this all down is making me use all the pain and suffering I have endured and caused all across this retched continent to create the last and final page of the Book of Captain. The book, recounting our journey, cannot be destroyed by physical or magical means. Fire, water, shredding the pages to pieces, nothing has accomplished the simple act of destruction. The solution the captains and myself have devised were to tear the pages out from the binding and hide them. I cannot say where they are, for fear of them being recovered for devious purposes, but we felt no remorse as we did this act, and one by one my closest friends fell to where they cannot and should not be recovered.
As of now, I can feel myself being lost, and only wish to remember the happy moments of our journey. But what we did and what was done to us must be removed from history. But it will not, as the pages of the book shall remain until the end of time itself. May whoever finds this and the pages be struck blind, mute, deaf and dead so they cannot even bring the contents of the pages to the doorway of heaven itself.
We have found me. Success is done. Forth fall to farthest reaches and bring joy to victims of pride and humility. Take me away to the deep seas.