Eric and Naala (Patreon)

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Part of a small betting pool between a few of the ships lasses, Naala won a night with the captain, Eric Drakclaw. Orchestrated by Diane with Ellen roped in, the young powder monkey had no way of knowing that she'd end up enjoying her life under a bastard, much less a Draegnar bastard. Hell, if one told her she'd fall in love with one, she'd call them fucking insane. No one fell in love with Draegnarians. To do so was to bite into a poisoned apple and pray to the gods you were among the few immune to it. Once the voyage was over, her plan was to leave on her own adventures.

Nevertheless, she bit that apple and now she sails beneath the banner of the Son of Poseidon, awaiting new adventures, discovering great treasures, and blasting her way through powerful enemies. What had she hoped to get out of all this? Fame? Glory? A second chance?

Nah, nothing so spectacular. She merely wished to smell the gunpowder and ash-cloaked skies aboard the salty ocean. Maybe, just maybe, she'll craft a gun the likes of which D'orn and the realms around it have never seen, and never shall see again. Either way, she'll have fun riding this ship. Hopefully, she'll be immune to the poison just like she hoped she would be.

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