The Ashen Dragon Journals
We Need A New Plan!
If my hands were large enough, I’d wring Duke’s neck! What does he think he’s doing, paying pirates to steal back the things I stole?! For now, though, I’ve got to cosy up to him and help him flog his junk crates. Make him think I’ve turned over a new leaf. As if! I mean, maybe he lost the Dark Relics we needed to resurrect you-know-who, but there’s more than one way to pluck a parrot. Once I’ve finished here I’ll head to the wreck of the Blackwyche and scrounge around for a few ‘leftovers’. Even a lock of hair’ll do… Word is, its Captain can’t resist playing the hero with that magic sword of his. That means I’ve just got to point him to the right place. Liar's BackboneDisorder of Souls
Pendragn only went and ruddy did it! We all saw Flameheart, larger than life, letting the whole Sea of Thieves know that he’s back! Next thing I know, I’m sailing out so that I can swear my allegiance to him. Sorry, Rathbone, but Stitcher Jim’s got a new master now… Being here in the Devil’s Roar puts me dangerously close to Cap’n Sorrow, but so what? She’ll get here soon enough. The master’s plan will birth the first of his new Ashen Lords, and there’ll be more where that came from! All loyal to him — to US! Everyone who ever did wrong by Stitcher Jim — Sorrow, the Bilge Rats, the Order of Souls — is about to be sorry. Very sorry indeed… The Devil's ThirstA Chest of Rage…
I’ve been around a long time, but I’ve never seen a box like this one. I dunno where my beloved dug it up from, but it stinks like a crypt. I’m actually pretty nervous. Messing around with curses is all well and good if you’re the Order of Souls, but it makes my teeth itch. What can I do, though? Master needs souls to summon his Ashen Lord, and if I want to stay in his good books, I’m the man to find ‘em. Sounds simple, but it ain’t, ‘cos to trap a soul in the chest I first need something that belongs to ‘em, not to mention more of them Dark Relics. Lucky for me, that trip I took to the Blackwyche has already given me everything I need… The Devil's ThirstBye Bye , Blackwyche
Now I understand why they call it a ‘Chest of Rage’. I can hear the souls inside and they ain’t stopped yelling and screaming, not once. I says to ’em, it’s nothing personal, just that I already had their belongings lying around from that Pendragon business. Dunn was the easiest to find, snoring his head off at a sea post with a splashtail in one hand and in the other. He didn’t even wake up! Cavendish was next. Her Dad was the one whose soul got trapped on the Blackwyche back in the day, so bad luck must run in the family. Rodriguez put up a fight and nearly stuck me. Too bad I’d already slipped something into her grog. Well, she doesn’t need a stomach no more… The Devil's ThirstThe devil I know…
I am run proper ragged! It’s so hot down here I can’t hardly breathe, but guess who’s got to make sure all the traps are working? I don’t dare complain though. Rathbone could be scary but most of the time it was like you weren’t in the room. Only his gold mattered. When the master speaks, it’s like he knows what you’re thinking. He’s smart. Scary smart, and he believes Pendragon will try to stop the ritual. Well, let him try, I say! No matter how many pirate pals he brings along, they’ll never make it through to me in time. Speaking of time… I should head t the Ritual Chamber. All my hard work’s finally about to pay off! Finally, Stitcher Jim gets what he deserves. The Devil's Thirst
