Sunday Morning

It’s been a never ending Saturday, probably the longest in the history of mankind. Of course it’s not comparable to the longest Monday, but still… It’s never easy…

We set sail

Dawn brought us shaky legs, cold feet and a nausea that was difficult to sustain. Despite the body malfunction the course was set to Tavira, hopping to find a small army around the fortress and perhaps, a bunch of pirates trying their luck.

The longest Saturday was too long

What we’ve found was more troubling than expected. The fortress was abandoned, left to the elements, ruled by Mr Nobody. The army died long ago, and probably took the pirates with them.

Yet, we manage to find the remains of a Dragon’s eye, that was killed upon it’s construction.