Sace's Journal

Sometimes I still think of my past, and try to recall what I can. I feel like things keep changing, but the group I have found myself a part of has helped me find some semblance of stability (in it's own way.)   I still have no clue what day this is, how long we've been together, or even what lands we currently are in. I still have my curiosities about things, but they have shifted so much into my arcane studies so my mind doesn't go too far into the days of my youth which I have not recalled ever. Those 50 years are probably gone, and based on how I lived my life after I won my freedom it might be better that way.   My oldest memories were toiling away as a servant, a slave to those pirates. I worked hard, but my body is heavily scarred from the beatings and lashings I took, most of them before the earliest of my memories it would seem. But I do recall getting many of the lashes that would leave their mark. After those last "trials and tribulations" it took for me to prove to the pirates that I was no longer a slave and earned my freedom I have many memories of the days that I partook in too many "celebrations". Nights (and days) of drink and woman and I recall a few men too, no shame. None of those were worthy relationships though. Just moments of hedonism meant to help forget the past that I could remember. Ironic, a long history taken away and now I wanted to take away what history I could recall.   Then came along Chessia Wakiam, who helped me find a purpose. I began a life of seeking slaves to free and a thirst for arcane knowledge. The bits of magic I had learned on those ships which helped me convince that pirate Captain Renshaw Vance to let me be free was nothing compared to what I have learned to this point, especially with my command of these ritualistic magic spells. Through Chessia I was able to meet Andrew Solmor who was so instrumental in me finding my way to Saltmarsh and then of course to the BASTARDS. I have not seen presence of the Scarlet Brotherhood (which I still seek to destroy in any way possible), or the few I trust and used to rely upon in The Revelry.   The BASTARDS have gotten past the strange events where they were willing to torture individuals, which I still cannot support but at least it has not reoccurred, so I am willing to stick around with them. Besides, I am probably healthier and wealthier than I've ever been and I think their strengths have been a part of this. Now we shall see how the tavern that the monk and I are opening up will help me keep on rumors, possible adventures, and of course knowledge.  

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  New entry, around the time of Gauntlgrym ... not exactly, but a generalization of what was written:   From time to time I steal some tobacco or purchase small amounts, and at night I like to light up the special pipe that shows me great moments in my past. Hoping for something from before the days of slavery... lately I've hoped for it less and I've come to enjoy the moments that spring up from these past few months as this party travels. I have never cared for loyalty, due to my time as a slave and as a pirate... but I think I now understand the draw of it. I feel very loyal and protective of those in this band, and they have saved my life a few times -- granted I am sure I would not be in so many dangerous situations if I was stop traveling with them. But who is to say, with the dangers in this world.   For now, I am not concerned of my past and only welcome what adventures may come our way.