Harbor Log, Day 13 of Yearwake, 503 D.A.— Abandon Ship!! ملاحظة قصصية · الجزء 2 من 2

I gave in to my suspicion tonight and slipped aboard the vessel. The soldiers had turned their backs, staring off into the distance, fixated on a point beyond the horizon... unmoving. It was the perfect time to strike.

A dockmaster ought to know what passes through his harbor, no matter whose seal it bears, I say! So I snuck into the cargo hold, careful not to let the iron grate cover slip from my trembling hands. The air below smelled rotten. Infested. Could it be rats, or some dead stowaway? I covered my nose and mouth with a handkerchief and pressed on, making my way to the back of the hold where the crates were stacked.

Once there, I broke one's seal and recoiled at the sight that revealed itself before me.

The cases were not filled with grain or powder, but with some choking fog — sealed inside like a thing alive, pressing against its confines, rebelling. No markings, no warning. Just a pale mist festering on a bed of foul mushroom flesh.

Does the Lord seek to spread a sickness to distant shores? My vessels should ship food and clothing, not a new form of warfare crueler than steel!

I am resigning tomorrow... may the next sod bear witness to what comes next.