We spent the days leading up to the Foretelling fixing the ship and trying to smooch with the other Traders. Seems nobody really knows anything, but all pretend they do. Not much was accomplished until the day of the grand event.
It all started very excitingly with a trip to The Cell, some holding facility for daemons and other nasties apparently. It looked really shabby, and stank a bit. Then they locked us all in there, and made our lights stop working. Veery tricksy! Know their showmanship, these witches do!
The the witches appear, all conjoined and synchronised, and started jabbering about how they were the only ones who knew anything, that they were all beyond the Emperor and generally trying to appear very impressive. Then they throw some vision-y-majig, and everyone collapse in a heap screaming like little girls. The Captain seemed to take it like a man, but the others were just pathetic.
Apparently the witches showed them all the location of The Dread Pearl, a world of great worth and promise. And now we all want it for ourselves. Great! Just us and 9 other bloodthirsty, greedy bastards to race.
No sooner were we out of there, before our “Peers” start shooting each other. We decided to intervene, and aid Ollie Yanckowitch in his Green Leaf, as he came under attack from 2 other ships. (Feckward did not seem interested in our aid, as Fel attacked him. Let him suit himself).
Of course, no good deed goes unpunished, and Baron Djanko Scourge felt compelled to attack us for not running suitably fast out of his way, and so we felt compelled to raze his ship and massacre his crew.
Well done, us! We seized his Light Cruiser, the Hammer of Truth and decided to ransom Djanko back to his family. Unfortunately, the incompetent Furiwen seemed to accidentaly kill and/or lose him on the way from the bridge and back to the brig.
Oh well, it’s not as if anyone liked that guy anyway. I’m sure nobody will mind him going missing like that.