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Book Information Not My Journal of an Ill-Omened Cavern
ID	8458
Collection	Solstice Summations

Not My Journal of an Ill-Omened Cavern

A journal of the writer's time in Carapace Cavern

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This is not my journal of my time here in Carapace Cavern. I'm not using this blasted bit of paper and leather to write out how vexed I am at being stuck in this sea-forsaken cave. And I'm absolutely not going to wish I'd never signed on to help crew the Shadowstorm.

At first, yes, everything was all gold and rum and excitement and blood. So many raids. Every day was an adventure. Then Sealord Gandelec set his mind on becoming a lich, and that's when things started going badly. For me, at least.

I hate necromancy. Hate it. My clan isn't exactly happy with it, either. Our souls do not belong in soul gems. They should not be immortalized in lich form. Magic should certainly not animate corpses. Dead is dead and should be respected as such.

Then we got Captain Nilail. A cold fish if ever I saw one. They are smart. Like an edge on a freshly sharpened blade. If there's a word in any language that means "curiosity that kills," I'd use that word here. But I can't think of one. Not being as sharp as Nilail, I probably won't ever think of one. But I'd never want to be that smart. I'd never be happy.

Then Captain Ancamos came on board. Them, I liked. Hale, hearty, and a lover of gold, rum, and gales. I'd have gladly transferred to their ship, the Stormrunner, if I could have. But you don't question the sealord. Especially now. If Gandelec's ruthlessness were a maw, it'd swallow the entirety of Pyandonea and all the waters around it. Plus it grows every day. But Ancamos? Naw, they're solid. I'd trust them with my life, even though they're also a necromancer.

Then Captain Kaalelrith signed on. You cross her, and she smiles. But it's no real smile. If she's disappointed enough in you, she'll throw you overboard without hesitation. And that's the thing. She's never angry. Just disappointed. I avoid her as much as possible. Even though she has no command over me.

Without her, though, getting this cavern into a posh state would be much harder. She's a necromancer and portal master.

But I said I wouldn't write about this cavern, didn't I?

Things got worse when all the captains decided to become liches. When they decided to do that storm-damned ritual!

And now we're all stuck here. In Carapace Cavern. Which I won't write about. Except maybe to say that this is all going wrong. I think they plan to feed us to their ritual. I overheard a few things. But I'm not ready to try sneaking away. Not yet.

I should have become the deathsinger my mother wanted me to be. I have so many regrets.

If anyone reads this, I'm probably dead. Or worse. Please make sure that I'm not sucked into some soul gem like a craven animal. Slip my body into Mother Sea and sing me into the world beyond, as is my right as a Sea Elf. Otherwise I will haunt you to the end of your days.

No, I won't say who is writing this. I'll probably burn it in the morning.