Here lies the records and memories of one Dagon Fisher, upon his death it is noted that these records be released to be granted knowledge of his deeds and actions both for the good and the bad.
Dear Journal, i suppose i should start from before the begining, how i came to be at the start of my journeys
you see my name is Dagon Fisher, i was born in a small village near the port, my father both a fisher by trade and a Fisher by name, irnoic isnt it, my childhood held much teasing by the others for me even though their fathers were fishers along side my own.
as time passed and I grew i took the side of my father on his vessel, joining the fishing fleet as it would leave town perhaps days at a time to come back to feed the village and to sell and trade among the larger cities nearby
I grew in size from the rough treatment of sailing sometimes treacherous waters learning to control and sail a boat in a fleet, coming to terms that i would be as my father was, a simple fisher for the people taking care of the village and hopefully one day be passing on my trade to my own child as my father did before me.
eventually it came to pass that my father could no longer handle the harsher waters as his age had seem to caught up with him, though still strong and stout from the years on the seas his ability was not as he would have liked and feared that if he continued eventually there would be that one mistake that would not only cost his life but perhaps my own or another boats as well. as such he passed the boat onto me making me one of the youngest sailors in the fleet.
I only had that boat 6 months unfortunatly as the catastrophy that starts my tale happened
we were out sailing on a 7 day journey going farther than we usually do to secure some of the more exotic stock per the cities request
when we reached our farthest point we were taken by suprise by a ship that had a black flag and a purple insignia that i did not recognize but as the cannons blasted everyone immediatly knew how much trouble we were in, as a local fishing fleet we were helpless, we didnt carry weapons or cannons to defend ourselves
as i looked over i saw as the head captain of the lead ship was ran through by a beautiful red headed woman holding a sword, i attempted to turn my boat around and escape but there was a flash and a purple doorway stood on my boat.
the beautiful redhead came through.
“theres no where to run now, there is no escape.” she said as i tried to run and jump off my vessel, she drew her sword and slashed it down my back marking me. i fell to my knees knowing i couldnt get away in time. she came up to me and whispered in my ear
“you wanted to leave so soon? you wanted off the boat? allow me to help.” as a large mystical hand came from out of no where and grabbed me and tossed me into the water.
this is it, i thought, the end for me barely floating almost sinking left to die bleeding out in the water, the last thing i saw was the beatiful red head turning her back to me and lighting my fathers ship on fire
Dear Journal, you may be sitting here wondering how it is im writing another entry and the ones further forward
I myself still wonder how it is i was so lucky to be found, I dont remember much about when i woke up apparently the accident had taken alot out of me
I awoke in a small shack with an older looking woman with kind eyes staring at me dabbing my face with a cool rag
“ah youre awake finally. its been some time, you must be confused. first my name is Ezyria, i live here alone and might i say it was awfully hard for a lady as old as I to carry you into this house by my own.”
i was shocked to be in the world of the living once again, she then went on to tell me the story of how i washed ashore turning the waters around me pink and red from blood.
“i tried to do the best i could however in my old age ive lost the practice of healing i once had, im afraid to tell you.. ” she hesitated “your back.. it left a mark, i tried but i could not heal it completly”
i tried to sit up but could hardly move. “now now” she said trying to push and lean me gently back down “its going to take a little more time. whatever happened out there, you need to heal.”
“thank you” was all i could muster in my shock of such kindness
my mind raced in different directions, i knew i had to get back to my town so they knew i was ok so i could warn them of what happened to the fleet but i also knew there was no choice, i had to wait and heal. i reached behind me and touched the length of my back. all the way accross from my shoulderblade to the other side of my torso i could feel it, a new reminder of what had happened that it wasnt a dream. a scar to remind me of the physical, mental, and emotional pain.
it took only 3 days once i awoke. Ezyria was a champion of her craft and immediatly i began to feel my strength return slowely but surely. on the third day i insisted that i leave but made sure she knew how incredibly grateful i was for my life and knowing i owed her a debt that would surely be hard to pay if she so called upon it
i made my way back to the city, adjusting to the new pain of every day life, hurrying as best i could and laying down a to camp with what i could forage when i needed a rest. it was a week later that i finally saw what i remembered was my city
ill never forget the sight of coming around the bend that day to seeing nothing but smoke plumes
I ran dropping everything i had until i finally made it back to my once home, the smoke plumes were piles of dead of the people i knew and loved that took care of the town while the fleet was away.
“DAGON!!!” someone yelled, i looked around to see who it was, it was one of the merchants that would take care of selling the fish to the major cities, i ran to him “you need to get home now… your parents…”
my eyes widened as i heard him and i took off dashing towards home. when i reached it half of it was gone, burned to the ground while the other half was barely standing.
“Dagon… DAGON!!” i heard my father shout from my side he rushed to me and enveloped me in his arms “we were worried.. the fleet never came back… and then they came. we didnt think there were any survivors”
i looked around, not seeing the one thing that mattered most to my childhood. “where is mother?” i asked, but as my fathers face fell refusing to look at me i already knew i would never see her again. “she would have wanted you to have this.” he said “she was planning on giving it to you when you returned from your voyage, it was her lucky necklace…. the one time she took it off… and this happened…”
“how?” was all i could say but he knew what i meant
“the pirates came, there was one who seemed to be in the lead with red hair. she boasted about how she sank the fleets and killed everyone on board… your mother.. she was angry.. she attacked her and she was killed”
this was the moment i remember that i knew what pain was and decided that no one should ever feel that way that i did.
For months after that event i trained within my rage focusing it, letting myself succumb to it and wash over me like hot white coals within my skin. I trained so hard and so long the events of things changed around me without my knowledge at all, seasons changed in a glance and soon i looked around and realized there was nothing left of the town i once knew, as with the water the flow of life washed my city away and it was rebuilt and reborn into something new that was not anything that i grew in.
it was then i decided to leave, my father growing old and frail understood my need to leave, he too saw the city for what it now was and would have come with me if his body could have withstood the journey.
I wandered for many weeks and months, not knowing where to go, lost and confused missing my father and remembering my mother by the single locket she had
I was in a tavern when i heard the storys of people looking for adventurers to cull the evil within the world, for fighters. i had to go, i made a promise to myself and my mother
that at any chance i could i would take down the evil within this world to protect those from the pain i once felt by loss
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