Blood of the Conquerers
Glowing faces… the wind carries countless embers into the black sky like a handful of stars. The wooden pyre crackles and slowly crumbles into ash. A few soldiers are gathered here. In their eyes you can see the faces of the dead. They singe a dirge in hushed tones and let the wind carry it across the jagged mountain peaks.
The smell of burning flesh… and the cold of the dead.
Crewmates of the Aventurine Star
- Garlo Kalddar, Dwarven Crewman: Veteran, Calm, Ambitious – Killed by a Sea Drake, Day 2