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9.70 (Pt. 2)

Most mentioned character

172 mentions

Erin Solstice

Most mentioned class

154 mentions

[Pirate]

Most mentioned skill

2 mentions

[Dangersense]

Most mentioned spell

4 mentions

[Fireball]

Most mentioned location

39 mentions

Roshal

Mentions

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Name	Text
Pheislant	Plate armor. It looked ceremonial and definitely didn’t belong to him. It had the crest of…she thought it was Pheislant?
[Knight]	“Admiral. You’re looking at a [Knight]. Right and proper. I took it! Look at me!”
[Seize the Throne: Class by Blood]	[Seize the Throne: Class by Blood].
[Lord]	“Now? Admiral. I could still trade up to [Lord].”
[Lady]	“Better not shank a [Lady] then, or I’ll give you a dress and take you out to dinner when the battle’s over.”
Tulm the Mithril	The half-Elf replied, fast as a whip, and her crew howled with laughter. She walked down the deck and looked them over. Maybe it was Rosech. He chose people like him. Tulm’s daughter. Aldrail. Idealists who believed in one vision of Bloodtear.
[Knight]	Looted differently from her victims. Maxy’d had to make a ruling to prevent the crew from fighting over it. You see, it wasn’t from the pockets of some noble or a [Knight].
[Looter]	It was from their vaults. Or homes. There was a [Looter] Skill to end all Skills. Each dead soul plucked a treasure from a bloodline itself. Shame they hadn’t met some of the Five Families, eh?
[Fortune Bleeds]	[Fortune Bleeds].
[I Left My Name Behind]	“Okay, okay! But not the name, alright? I’ve got to keep it private. After all…[I Left My Name Behind]. Reckon you can call me ‘Rob’ until I leave.”
[First Mate]	“Keep an eye on him. He mighta been my [First Mate] for all I know, or a real bastard.”
Zelkyr Amerwing	What did a half-Elf want? She looked herself in the eyes, and she’d had a bit of grey in her hair, which told you how old she was. Old enough to remember Zelkyr kicking around, not that she’d been more than a sprout. Face full of pockmarks from sickness and injuries at sea.
[Siphon Luck]	[Siphon Luck]. [Siphon Time].
[Siphon Time]	[Siphon Luck]. [Siphon Time].
[Pirate]	Her sword raised high into the sky. All a [Pirate] wanted. How much she got, she didn’t know, but you had to be lucky enough to have been born into a noble house, right? She wasn’t about to go after the [Prince] or those damn Golaen giants unless they were weak.
[Prince]	Her sword raised high into the sky. All a [Pirate] wanted. How much she got, she didn’t know, but you had to be lucky enough to have been born into a noble house, right? She wasn’t about to go after the [Prince] or those damn Golaen giants unless they were weak.
[Pirate]	A perfect [Pirate] balanced on the prow of her ship and pointed ahead. Her crew roared and began singing as they aimed into that storm.
Tulm the Mithril	“Let’s take their lives, boys and girls. Call out the loveliest ships and let the Newbloods screen us this time. Pull Zoler back. I need my insurance against Tulm in one piece.”
Roshal	Roshal found Erin Solstice in the storm. How? They must have had a way to track The Naga’s Den.
Erin Solstice	Roshal found Erin Solstice in the storm. How? They must have had a way to track The Naga’s Den.
Yazdil Achakhei	Roshal found Erin Solstice in the storm. How? They must have had a way to track The Naga’s Den.
[Slave]	Slaver-ships sailed with ribbed sails flexing in the wind. Cracking whips forcing oars to pull faster. Teams of [Slaves] led by an armored [Slaver] were being armed with chains and nets.
[Slaver]	Slaver-ships sailed with ribbed sails flexing in the wind. Cracking whips forcing oars to pull faster. Teams of [Slaves] led by an armored [Slaver] were being armed with chains and nets.
Roshal	She would not escape either way. The Masters of Roshal had agreed on that. The ships cut through wave after wave, some smashing headlong into the spraying surf. [Slaves] went overboard, even [Slavers], and no one turned back.
[Slave]	She would not escape either way. The Masters of Roshal had agreed on that. The ships cut through wave after wave, some smashing headlong into the spraying surf. [Slaves] went overboard, even [Slavers], and no one turned back.