State of Esshar

[Sanguine415]

"Ah, for just one time I would take the Northwest Passage

To find the hand of Marendille reaching for the Kerdan Sea
Tracing one warm line...….. through a land so wild and savage
And make a Northwest Passage.... to the sea...…"

The Deep Company - 1807


The ruby sands of Siren Beach have been befallen by a still tide; the usual frivolity and carefree nature of the Deep Company suddenly falling silent. It is not long before the news spreads all across the continent of Esshar; the First Mate of the Sirenian pirates Murtock “God’s Guts” Reave had been mauled to death by a wolf of Moxtli.


The captain of the Deep Company called some previously kidnapped reporters for a conference. He had this to say.

“The true king of New Atlantis is dead, long live the king. My older brother always looked out for the little guy despite his size; he possessed a gentility and beautiful soul unlike almost any other gifted with his size and brutal nature. He was fearless in battle, bold in diplomacy, careless in mirth, and free in spirit to his dying days.”

There appeared to be a brief pause while the captain drank profusely. It was filled with a dusty ad for Scuttle’s Crabberdashery. Crab merchant, crab prices.

“His death will not be forgotten. It will not be forgiven. Though his soul has sunken, there is yet lifeblood beating to be reaped by the depths. The black mark is upon Luna; I will not offer a bounty for a worthless creature, but I will have my retribution. “

Another pause, this one seemingly for finding more alcohol to drink before continuing. There are further ads depicting the variety goods of Scuttle’s Crabberdashery, including the already in production dynamic Murtock Reave figurines.

“This too is a year of mourning. My brother had many enemies and many friends abroad; all those that seek to mourn him shall be able to. This year, the Deep Company withdraws from all active conflict upon the continent; our hostilities with Osrona and Achyon have officially ceased. All those that seek to pay respects to his grave upon the beach will be under my protection. The remainder of this year and all of 1808, the Deep Company lays down its arms.”

A date for a funeral near the end of the aforementioned year appears to be set; a likely gaudy memorial service in which Murtock will be remembered by his friends and enemies alike. Such are oft the same on the long and lonesome tides.

(Funeral - Friday November 6th)