The ship rocked unsteadily in the broken and churning sea. The odds had been against them the entire trip, the winds blowing away from their destination into their face, half the provisions spoiled by fungus and disease, and finally the mutinous mood of the crew. Only one thing kept them going: The fear of death. The Emperor was a fair, but unrelenting man, he would kill anyone who failed him, no matter what the circumstances, he would hear no talk of Gods or omens, they were all folly in his eyes. Yes, here they were, starving and zigzagging towards their destination, but in truth, Sagree couldn't be happier.
She had awaited this trip for the majority of her life, nothing was going to stop her. She had toiled and practically dug into the depths of the earth for the knowledge she had finally found: An excuse to travel to Draigar, the last source of untainted information, the largest library in history, buried and left behind for eons, excitement just bubbled in her loose armor, and inch-and-a-half boots. Of course this trip wasn't without it's problems in her eyes.
For one, she wouldn't take credit for her findings, her alias would, who was probably turning in his grave, she had stolen his name and forged it on all her papers and on her earlier findings of the legend of Magus, which before her hard work, was unfounded, just rumors floating on the wind. Everyone she met of course was urged to call her Sagree, to their confusion she might add. 'How does Boranor shorten to Sagree?' they often ask, to which she answers 'Oh, it's not a shortened form of my name, just an old nickname.' which she follows with the hardiest laugh she can muster. Yet another discomfort, and perhaps the most ominous was the Emperor's enthusiasm, as well as those assigned to the task, they were an odd and diverse group, and she suspected them untrustworthy.
Sagree sighed to herself and looked ahead on that cloudy and ominous day, desperately hoping for the next to come with utmost enthusiasm. The day they would arrive at Warde...
OOC: Most everyone is on this ship, charged by the Emperor, or merely hired by him to escort the archaeologists and scholars to the city.
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