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Subject: The Mysterious Island
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A tale told by the "cook" of the Sea Witch:
He told me the tales of his travels on the ship the Sea Witch, but none
caught my ear inasmuch as the tale he told me of a wondrous Island and a
city made of brass! "Now I's tell ya true, Jimmy me boy'o, this place
was like no other I'd ever'ad seen, and on me mudd'ers eyes tis the
Theus' own truth." His words were slurred by rum but his eyes were
bright, and not unlike a child's , recanting a tale of the Knights of
olde. " We were sailing in tat dangerous part of da world, Jimmy lad, in
da Forbidden Sea. Dat's near those sons'a' Demons of the Crescent Moon!
An'a storm blew us off compass, it did, and beached us on this Isle." He
paused to swill some rum, and then continued. "We t'ought we twas in
Theus' paradise itself, the Isle was so beaut'ful. Come morn'n the cap'n
send s us a'shore to replace der rations we lost in'a storm. We row'd
a'shore and the beach twas white like snow, and the weather, now, twas
fair. We went in'a da trees in search of water and food, and we's
fon'it, Jimmy, we's fon'it a'plenty!" "A pool of fresh water like nun I
ever did see b'fore! It shined like quicksilver it did! And sum'ow it
took the pains ov da day away." "We was collect'n da fruits and wild
game we found along w'da water, and dats when we 'eard it, Jim. A sound
like da dee'd i'self! Da men ran for da long boats, an dats when I seen
it!' "It walked lik'a man, two legs it had, like trees dey were! It was
all cover'd wit fur black as tar, but its eyes Jim, its eyes, shown like
red coals from Legion i'self I tells ya!"  "I ran, Jim, not pay'in
a'tetion to where I twas goin, but to get away from dat nightmare!" "An
dats when I fon'it Jimmy, a city, a whole, gran'er dan da Vaticine City
i'self, an made entir'ly a brass!" How did he make it off the Isle, and
outrun that terrible beast he described, I never found out. For he
promptly passed out in a drunken stupor, his tale had most assuredly
drained the very life from him, as I watched him age ten years before my
very eyes!

Excerp from the Diary of 
James MacPherson 
a Privateer of Avalon

The Island of the City of Brass is talked about n Legend. It was first
seen by a Knight of the Cross (Die Kreuzritter) during the Crusade. The
story told is of  a Knight questing to find the secret burial place of
the 2nd prophet, and to secure an artifact of holy reverence to their
order that was burried with him by the infidels. Wether or not his
mission was a sucess is lost in the mists of time. Of the Island itself,
the tale tells of a paradise that has all the food any man could want,
and the quicksilver pool that heals the tired, sick, and the dying.
There are also tale of a giant man like beast covered in black fur that
defends the Island and city from looters and thieves. Though rumors
abound about the untold riches, secrets and the like, There is a map.
Unfortunately, its in the Vaticine City's Church library, and is under
gruard lest it cause true believers to stray from the path of the church
has set for the world.


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