Neil Sassem's Journal

Written by Stonks for Trucos's backstory

Day 1 My disguise has become compromised, and much like the hunter I pretended to be, I have been sentenced to a life living in the wilderness by the one calling herself a dog, the supplies are limited and most of my food comes from stealing from the town. Yet a large weight has been taken off my shoulder, the friendly personality of trucos was a simple lie, and now that I no longer must pretend to appease the pirates I am finally free of everything, that sorry excuse for a captain and the hunt I was pretending to organize, my face will no longer be hidden in the shadows and they will learn to fear me, and in all of my jobs before, fear was the one advantage I never had.

Day 6 A loud rumble informed me of the Hound's success, the fort was gone, and while she hides out god knows where, I am still trapped in this infernal forest, surviving off hunted meat and stolen water. Never in my life did I have to hide out in such a torturous land, fear now seems useless when compared to the basic needs of a human.

Day 23 Robin Walsh has been successfully interrogated, the information he so kindly gave me was quite useful, I now intend to exploit the apparent weakness of the vixens fury, their captain, Mikulia Aveline will be eliminated, and we’ll have one less ship to worry about

Day 24 It would appear that catching the fish has left more ripples in the water then initially anticipated. A frontiersman came after me today, grazing me with a few bullets. I managed to return the damage he caused tenfold, I should be back on my feet in no time, but Ronan will hopefully die from his injuries.

Day 25 Today, I met a useful asset, a magical clown who graciously provided me with great information, all the weaknesses of the greatest threat, the skeletons. While I cannot describe them here, it would appear that a great number of them can be easily turned helpless by simply keeping them captured. However, the list seems ever so slightly incomplete, I intend to capture a skeleton and torture him until he gives over every piece of information I require.

Day ? Little success with Mr. Roberts, he was sent back to the town with his skull cast in iron, a reminder that I am not the merciful type, his childish taunts were unable to affect me, and only left him looking like a fool. I have enough information anyway, his cooperation wasn’t necessary for me to bring this island to its knees, I shall start with the weakness provided to me by Robin, then work my way from there.