And so it began

After speaking to you all, it seems that the general group mindset was to have a character journal blog, likes James Artifice Blog, only for Macinar. This is just fine with me! I would say one journal entry a week is not asking too much. If you want to describe a scene involving your character doin' something neat between games, feel free. If you want to write from the hand of your character, using their words and mannerism in the style of a journal, do that. Or you could do both! (that would be rad). It might look something like this.

- He paced the deck of his ship as he had ten hundred times before, tasting the salty kiss of The Maiden's wind. The boards creaked and moaned in all the usual places, the sails flapped and rustled the same quite song they always sang...But tonight something was wrong. There was a reason people don't sail so far North out of the Maiden's Heart. There were dangers that only the greatest captains could avoid, and until now he was confident he was the best in all the Kingdoms.
Things were very quite before it happened. After that it was loud. The screams. The tearing. Ironwood folding and snapping like stale bread. The Maiden was boiling and spiraling around them. Like a great beast the dark waters climbed and devoured. He fought as hard as he could, but how does one fight the very ocean? With his last breaths he uttered a curse to the Mother of the Sea. The Blue Maiden who once he loved so dear. The cruel and generous bitch Goddess Quainess. And with that the ships was no more, and the sea was calm and beautiful.-

Captians Log
26th day, Season of the Green Moon, 2400 AS
In my line of work one does not ask too many questions. They point, I sail. I've sailed this far north many times in my days of duty, and every time I've kissed the Mainland in thanks that I kept my men alive, and could see my wife again. The Maiden has been good to me.
Though my confidence tends to hold true, even this far out from home, something is amiss. For the past tenday my crew have succumb to sickness, and not the common greens that comes with the high seas. Men are growing strange markings and boils. Some are refusing to sleep for days at a time. Some even seem to be speaking in strange tongues. If I had the option to simply take shore and let them recover I would in less than a hearts beat, but the nearest land is....Well. That's not an option. Our priests has helped some, and I can only hope that he finds a way to remedy the others in short time.
With the Maidens blessing this will all be behind us soon. Again I will find peace above deck, breathing in the night air and walking the familiar deck of my beloved ship. All will end well. All will end well.

Captain D.G.


Well I can't wait to start running! I hope you're all as exited as I am. LET THE GAMES BEGIN!