--- Transmission 001 ---
--- 9th of Rise 782 AC, 2243 ---
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Hello.
Good. Good, it appears everything is in order with my new Layline Transmission Unit. Excellent.
I guess I should make an official introduction to my new documentation on the Layline Information Data Ticker. I am Admiral Andre Rodimir d'Uscaret, Captain of the U.C.S. Halcyon and Admiral to the Legions of the Midnight Sun, the most well-apted and formidable privateer fleet in all the skys.
That's nice and all, you blowing your own horn within minutes of getting that contraption to work, but don't you think your forgetting something Admiral?
Really? I can't think I left any useful titles out of my introduction . . . everything seems in order. Are you sure I forgot to introduce something?
Yes.
Oh! Of course! How could I forget my very lovely and very expensive Guide to the Wildes and Porter Extraordinaire, Lady Morgiana Jur-
You expose one more of my names and this broadcast will be cut short. Very short.
Ah . . . yes. Anyways, back to the matter at hand. After the major setback of having my travelogue and journals of the last four years of adventuring stolen, retrieve, stolen again, sank, retrieved again, set on fire, stolen for the third time and finally meeting their fate at the hands of two very rude volcano spirits, I have purchased at great expense a Personal Layline Transmission Projector to transcribe my happenings and thoughts to secure databases around the plane in hopes of preservation. With intention of sharing every detail seen, every emotion felt, and when possible, photos or sketches of new and exotic natives and wildlife.
And in his inevitable absence due to drunkary or being held prisoner or daughters of local officials, I will be filling in for him to lend the world knowledge of his ineptitudes and disasterous planning abilities. Also to give additional information on discoveries of culture and creature and to correct Andre's-
Admiral Andre.
Admiral Andre's crude and usually inaccurate interpretations of the world around him.
And on that sour note, I shall be off to slumber in my quarters . . . in which I seem to already be in. So on that sour note, the exuberant Lady Morgiana will be making her leave for her own quarters and I'm to rest as it is nearly the hour of eleven and much work is to be done in the dawn as we land in the harbour of my favourite and home port Nelfar the Civilization in the Sky.
Sleep, and dream well my audience.
Fare night to you all.
--- Transmission End ---
