Entry #41 of Tariq Daynjerine
We crested the lip of the prison, our “gifts” of prisoners in tow. A zeal in the eyes and movements of my cursed retinue’s movements as we each knew that the master would be pleased. We tried making our way back to the tower as quickly as possible, but our speed was hampered by the protesting prisoners. “Please,” the woman I held muttered softly, “… You don’t need to do this.” I raised my hand to strike her to silence as a small voice in my mind stayed my hand.…
Entry #40 of Tariq Daynjerine
My movements were not my own. My body, my mind, none of it was my own any longer. There was no fighting it, no resisting it. I was enveloped with a singular motivation. I must serve Selroc. I must serve Selroc. The message rang through my every cell, like the beating of my heart, carrying its control over me all throughout my now corrupted form. I wish I could say that I didn’t remember what happened next. I wish I could forget what that monster made me do while he…
Entry #39 of Tariq Daynjerine
“We’ll have some of the grey stuff all around, Cookie!” I shouted walking into the mess hall. I clapped my hands on the broad back of the man at my side as I added, “And maybe a little extra for Sieg!” The Fathers and I waltzed over to our table, our spot. Various members of the Sea Monster coming by and congratulating us on a job well done down below. Prism ran up, a lot more strength to her movements and brightness in her eyes as she grabbed my hand…
Entry #38 of Tariq Daynjerine
It was all I could do to remain calm. I waited for a moment with the alarm blaring- trying to give the guards some distance. I counted to five, and bolted straight up, trying my best to signal the Fathers any way I could. I swung my arms, trying to stay out of the view of any Sahuagin. I tried my best to jump up and down. I tried to show my chest light. Nothing- it looked like they were busy planning. How can they not notice me?? Okay Tariq,…
Entry #37 of Tariq Daynjerine
I thought it would be cold. It wasn’t. I thought It would be harder to swim. It wasn’t. I thought it wouldn’t be scary at all. It was. As I swam down, I reached a shelf that broke off into the deep. Looking out over that grim edge, I was greeted by a fearful maw of glowing light and jagged “teeth” in the distance. A ways beneath that though, I could barely make out the dim glow of the gems on the Fathers’ Gill suits! I knew I had to…
Entry #36 of Tariq Daynjerine
Those first few moments after the Furious Fathers went into the water were weird. A breath or two passes as we all are looking out over the bow of the ship, frozen, as if nothing happens on board when The Trio isn’t around. But that’s of course not true, as soon as we were sure that they were good and under, I saw everyone start moving in the orchestra of practiced movements they’d done hundreds of times before. Jake calling out orders, doing his best to fill the boots of…
Entry #35 of Tariq Daynjerine
So, after our multiple days at sea, and hearing Kipa tell that story about his home, I gotta say I was inspired and excited. Maybe today was finally my chance to show the crew that I can handle more on the ship. And I tell you what, I was ready- I wore my clean pants, and a new shirt I got on Garshep Island, and even threw on my lucky skivvies. There I was enjoying a meal in Cookie’s mess hall, and I see Earl enjoying his go to meal—the…
One year ago…
One year ago, we released our first episode. It was an episode that we had recorded several months earlier, one where our characters were still nothing but small fragments in our minds. An episode that we had painstakingly edited through audacity, our only means we knew of at the time (and our levels were very off). An episode that was to be our first and foremost foray into podcasting. We were four best friends who, at the time, were living across the country and had had such a blast playing…