Now, I wouldn't have risked our necks for these people who turned out not to be people in the first place. So what follows, it must be understood, is most certainly not my fault nor anything to do with me when it comes to apportioning blame. As surely will be done at some future point as we face some catastrophe.
Carlton wished me to hand over my axe. I told him he was welcome to take it from me. This went on and on for quite some time. Those silly others, so concerned over Krastus' excellent skills. They are all happy when I'm slaughtering our foes, but they get a little boo boo from some incident they claim happened - and I'm not sure they aren't the ones being delusional - and suddenly its all 'Hand over your weapons Krastus'. That is racial profiling. And I'll not stand for it.
Eventually we made our way in land. Eventually we made our way into a cave that seemed dragon-ish. And there was a dragon. And then Helene disappeared. Which was certainly odd, but she usually re-appears. Or she was dead. Either way, not much to be done or worry about at that time. So we explored. The dragon had a library and I went in and explored it with his permission. Only...it turned out that everything in there, after hours of studying, was nonsense. It made no sense. So I went out and confronted the dragon and....found myself in a cell.
Eventually the others joined myself - and Helene who was already here of course - though Sira came through a little more....bunny-like than usual. It was a cute look for her, perhaps the captain would finally take a love interest in her. Eventually we found the master of this nonsense - a Kraken. I hate krakens. They are evil, should be killed - including that little worm of a one we had on our ship and yes. Evil. This is, you understand, not racial profiling - just about how evil and necessary all of their deaths are because they are blasted krakens.
She wished us to amuse her. I...really did not care for this, but the captain tried to oblige. He didn't do well - we shall chalk this up to the latest thing at which he is not amazingly well suited - and so the kraken turned me into a likeness of Serene. I'll add this to the list of reasons to murder her and all of her kind one day. But the captain persisted and eventually he amused her - see how simple the krakens are really compared to us true masters, the scurillions? She let us go, none the worse for wear. And we enjoyed freedom. Well. Enjoyed is too strong a word these days - tolerated. We tolerated freedom. Well, those of us who truly have it due to our nature as superior beings. It is a burden being me at times. Always right, but doomed to comfort the others. Curse my soft kindhearted nature.
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