Drowned Corsair's Message
Drowned Corsair's Message
“Bring these to the Corsair archivist.
— In-game description
Drowned Corsair's Messages are written by corsairs who participated in the assault on Gandara, the Moon Fortress. Interacting with the gizmo opens a random written message.
Acquisition[edit]
- Interacting with Messages in a Bottle found scattered around the shore of Corsair Landing.
Heart involvement[edit]
Secure the supply line from the Corsair Landing (80) — 5% per message handed in to the Corsair Archivist.
Text[edit]
- Variant 1
I'm not the message-in-a-bottle type, but I got a real sense that something bad's about to happen to us. Swell of the sea feels off. Hairs on the back of my neck standing up.
Oh, and we're sailing for Gandara to test ourselves against the Lich. So I guess it's a little more than a hunch.
I got no family or friends short of my mates aboard the Scimitar, so I got nobody to say goodbye to. Instead of any heartfelt stuff, I got a warning for whoever finds this: it's bad all over, it's getting worse, and in the end, it'll take us all. Don't waste what little time you got left taking orders from idiots.
- Variant 2
Niori. I'm probably not coming home. Flotilla under attack. Scimitar taking on water. Not much time left. Never told you how I felt. You already knew. Will never forget what you did for me. Will think of you at the end. Am thinking about you now.
- Variant 3
Ecaban was here, and he was incredibly handsome and brave, and he laughed right in Grenth's stupid face, right up until the end.
- Variant 4
I'm about to drown and I can't think of anything to say.
Or anybody to write to.
My head's spinning. I'm panicking. Remember me. Just remember me.
- Variant 5
Mirai, there's not enough time to beg for your forgiveness, and I don't deserve it anyway. I should've been better.
- Variant 6
Aiten, Recia,
We're sorry we didn't come home. Mind your aunts, and protect one another. Know that we love you.
Mom and Dad
- Variant 7
Veddi, forgive me. When I had heard of the captain's intentions, I had to come, doomed though we may be. Our people have suffered for too long under the lich. This outlander claims to be a slayer of gods and dragons, and if these tales are true—if there is even a shred of hope that we may succeed—I can't sit this one out. I'm sorry I lied to you. If I make it back, I won't leave again.
- Variant 8
JENTYK SMELLS LIKE A DECAYING DOLYAK, AND IF HE DOESN'T DIE WITH THE REST OF US I'LL CLAW MY WAY BACK FROM THE UNDERWORLD AND KILL HIM MYSELF!
- Variant 9
Congratulations! By finding and reading this message in a bottle, you are now cursed to live a life as mediocre and unsatisfying as mine, that will one day (and one day soon) end with some buffoon dragging you toward certain death.
- Variant 10
