This journal seems to belong to Wanda
- 'BLASTED OUTPOSTS'
Curse the BLASTED OUTPOSTS! The heads of trade won't let us sell our cannonballs!
I suspect it's The Order of Souls' doing. Too dangerous, they say!
ALL OF MY WORK FOR NOTHING? NO! They will see what dangerous means.
THEY WILL IGNORE ME NO LONGER! THEIR RULES, THEIR CODE, MEANS NOTHING!
Back to the workshop on my aptly-named refuge to make one more batch, then IT'S WAR!
- 'NO MORE WANDA'
NO MORE FLESH, NO MORE MERCY, NO MORE WANDA!
GOT CANNONBALLS. GOT CURSED SHIPS. GOT CREWS. GOT FURY. JUST LIKE FLAMEHEART. I HEAR HIM CALL!
I AM CAPTAIN WARSMITH. I WILL BRING THE OUTPOSTS LOW. I WILL CALL THE COWARDS OUT!
DEATH SETS SAIL TONIGHT! HAIL FLAMEHEART!
This is the text from Wanda's Journal that you can find on The Sunken Grove.
- My Archive of Lore Related Texts (Just like this one)
