Game: Dredge by scyllallycs.
Location: Trothguard, on the Sea of Angels.
Player Character: Unknown vessel/unknown captain.
Dredge is an exploration-based journaling RPG and was something I immediately thought would be a neat aid to my own worldbuilding - as I could use the game as prompts to create a story for a character that could be part of my world.
Today's card:
Day 5
Terrible dreams haunted my night, and I woke screaming just before dawn. I couldn't recall what the dreams were about specifically, but they left me with a sense of panicked dread that I haven't felt before. The urge to flee was overwhelming, and since I am confined to the width and breadth of this ship, my only real option was to venture onto the deck. I thought that if I was lucky I would be able to calm myself viewing the sunrise, as often is the case.
For a moment, I thought it was going to work too - and then I saw it. A speck at first, coming right out of the sunset, and swiftly getting bigger. The Hunter had found me.
My panic redoubled, and I had threw up on the deck - leaning against the single mast for support... which is where I found something that hadn't been there in all the days I've been trapped on the ship. It was a whistle, tied on a leather throng, hanging on a simple hook on the mast. It was made of bone, and shaped to resemble a clawed hand of some type of unknown creature.
The ship had never offered me items before that were harmful, so as my Hunter closed distance - its strange blackened-wood hull growing alarmingly fast... I grabbed the whistle and with all the breath in my lungs, blew into it.
It had no sound - but the effect was immediate. Oars sprang from what had previously been a solid hull, dipped into the water, and with a force that nearly topped me from my feet, pushed.
I strung the thong around my neck and tucked the whistle into my shirt. I had to use it several times throughout the day, but at some point as evening approached the Hunter was finally out of sight behind me.
For today at least, I had managed to avoid the Hunter... but now it has seen me, and I have the feeling my ship and I are as a lodestone that it will be drawn to, no matter the distance between us.
I try not to ponder what will happen if it ever catches me.
