Guile Journals #3 and #4

 Entry #3

The day started off with a minor disturbance. Our ship was boarded by a gang of pirates that were easily disposed of as soon as they attacked. Amongst the raiders was a woman named Helen, who it was revealed Antonio had met in past adventures.

Antonio, ever noble, convinced Helen to surrender. She did, and Antonio proceeded to defend her to our captain on the pretense that, though her crime was undeniable, her motives were pure. Helen needed a great sum of money to pay off a debt, and to purchase a cure for her ailing parents.

I pitied Helen for a time. I pitied her until it was revealed that pirateering was the least of her transgressions. In the brig there were slaves! Slaves she was not ignorant of, who she happily helped deliver into a life of servitude. I would not be surprised if she even had a hand in their capture.

Now, a plan has been set in motion. Helen has been given an opportunity to right her wrongs, and help us put the ones responsible for this travesty to justice. 

If I were a better hero I would be cheering on her change of heart. Rather– Gwynharwyf forgive me– I can’t help but despise her. I believe she will stop doing good the moment it doesn’t serve her purposes, for there is no love in the heart of someone willing to destroy so many lives. 

Unless her parents are as vile as she is, I am certain they would not want this. I will watch her closely. If she steps out of line, I swear I will do everything I can to ruin her.

Entry #4

As we near Luskan, and as I wonder what part to take in the battle plan, I also wonder how to make myself useful on the ship. My teammates serve as excellent lookouts, but a crew can not subsist on lookouts alone.

That was when I noticed Roe, attempting to organize the freed prisoners into helpful sailors. But the tabaxi tends to be rather coltish and confusing, even without a language barrier. Though her attempts at leadership were noble… they were utterly ineffective.

I took over on instinct, and found myself right at home. Our rescued guests are good natured and hard working. They are strangers in a strange land, relishing a chance at freedom, striving to earn what all living beings are rightfully owed. I feel I understand them in this regard.

I pray to every kind-hearted deity I can name that they find their way back unharmed. If I have to guard them myself until their safety is assured, I shall. Despite having known them for only a short time, my sentimentality for them is nearly as strong as the love I felt for the Hunters placed under me, back while I was still deluded by the Bloodbound.

I'd be deluding myself if I claimed they don't still hold a piece of my heart. Nilsa said there's hope of more dissenters, and though it feels too good to be true... daydreaming about it lulls me into a peaceful sleep of cheerful dreams.