The Servant of the Flame/Journals
Lost Sands journals
The Servant of the Flame's Lost Sands journals were found exclusively during the the time-limited Lost Sands Adventure.
Masked
(To the right of a campfire to the north west end of the central cavern, Wanderers Refuge.)
My mission has brought me to a familiar shore; once the lair of one whose betrayal still casts a dark shadow over all that we accomplished together.
I cannot comprehend her disloyalty. Not I, whose devotion to Father was so pure, it cut through the thrall of my Cap'n and set me free once more.
From the day she gave me my mask, we worked diligently to create a sanctuary for those who still value true piracy. She toiled above as I did below.
Even when we parted, I felt no sorrow, for I knew that the culmination of our work was nearing. That soon, Father would return to claim his throne.
Her sister, at least, had the courage of her convictions. Let the Warsmith stand against us with her broken heart, and have it taste my blade...
Cloaked
(Under the south west cannon tower, adjacent to the main building, The Reaper's Hideout.)
Even the strong must have their secrets. No matter how brightly the flame of ambition burns within you, discretion can still have its place in your plans.
The wisdom is a lesson learned from my father, who has taught me what a thousand scholars could not since our reunion. He will see that I have listened.
That fool, Merrick, discovered our Relic Caches, but others shall be buried in their place. The island known as Golden Sands shall be golden no more.
When the energies stored within our Rowboats are released, the Relics shall shroud the island once again, driving away all who seek to trade there.
Thus we shall drive the Companies back beyond the Devil's Shroud, keeping the waves free for those who deserve them. Pirates, for All Eternity.
Veiled
(On the south west beach of the northern islet, Twin Groves.)
The Veil of the Ancients. A romantic name that belies the true potential such an artefact possesses. The power to move freely between worlds...
The interloper, Belle, has done much to frustrate Father's plans. Unlike the complacent Pirate Lord, she needed no prompting to interfere. Now the Veil has been denied us, its stones tumbling from our grasp and into the lap of those who lack courage enough to make use of its power.
My journey has cost me dearly, including my cherished Silver Blade - lost first to the Shroud, then witless pirates, then to the sea queen herself.
No more. I shall not suffer another defeat. I shall not disappoint Father again.
Sealed
(By a crate behind a wrecked rowboat in the bay, Cannon Cove.)
It has been too long since I thought to write a journal. I had forgotten that it can offer fresh clarity, even when one's destiny is known to them.
Before I understood that purpose, I would dutifully note down the events of each day in my log. The scrawlings of a child, of course, but... soothing.
Words could be dangerous, the Warsmith told me. If our true intentions were discovered too soon, The Reaper's Hideout might never be completed.
Now that our secrets have been laid bare, my words can be a rallying cry to all who wish to see the seas unchained, and for the door to be opened...
Until then, our work must continue. May the flame burn!
Return of the Damned journals
Destiny
(In a box by a barrel below the south cannon tower, The Reaper's Hideout.)
The moment has arrived, and it has been prepared for.
Even in defeat, the Herald of the Flame has found his place in the prophecy. His lifeless skull shall be transformed by the ritual into a form befitting my father.
When I was a boy, on one of his infrequent visits to our estate, he presented me with a fine chess set - spoils from one of his conquests, no doubt.
He bade me study each finely-carved piece; to understand not only how they acted, but why, and the strategies that would see them properly arranged.
At long last, our pieces are in place, set in service of our King. All those fools can do now is delay the inevitable. There is no avoiding destiny.
Tactics
(On a bench in the south-west corner of the large mess hall, Mercy's End Fortress.)
The glorious fire that burns in the heart of a true Reaper is a marvel to behold, but not all crews are experienced in the ways of deceit.
I have taken pains to impress the value of strategy to our followers. The sea is an ever-shifting battleground, and no single approach will be best.
Some crews may choose to strike a fort swiftly, ferrying Bewitching Dolls to me as soon as they are able for a decisive victory.
Others may choose to linger at the forts, perhaps leaving pirates behind to defend them for as long as possible, surprising our enemies.
Whatever path they choose, I trust that our Reapers will prove more than a match for those who oppose them. They will prevail, and the flame will burn!