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The Bloodship (Dryfeet and Fisherman #1)

Evan Klein

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Description:My name is Quinly Percival Dryfeet. My last name really is Dryfeet or so Grandma Dryfeet always claimed. She raised me – if you want to call abandoning me for days on end to wander the streets of Kwest Marwe from the age of seven on as being raised. She believed in baptism by fire, learning from your own mistakes. As she always said, “Aint nothing I can teach you that a swift kick in the arse by an oversized orc or a burly, pot bellied guardsman can’t”. Mostly I tooled around the back alleys of Kwest Marwe getting in trouble and running from the town militia. She did, however, teach me my how to read and write. She felt it was important to know how to read the baseless crimes lodged against you when you were facing the town magistrate When I was 11, Uncle Phinias returned from his “trampings” as Grandma Dryfeet called them. He took a shining to me and taught all there was to know about locks and how they work, and how to slink, and hide, and cut a purse. He was impressed by my deft hands. The best lesson he ever taught me was the first time I was caught trying to pilfer the purse from a merchant. Instead of hauling me off to the militia he hauled me off to my uncle. Uncle Phinias beat me with a stick until I passed out. He was mad as the Abyss! But not because I tried to steal a purse but because I was stupid enough, and slow enough, and clumsy enough to get caught. He said, “The next time you try to snatch that purse you will remember this beating and you’ll make sure your hands are dept and you feet quick.” I am five foot five inches tall, thin and wiry. In my mid thirty, I am still dexterous but I can slowly feel age and an abundance of old wounds starting to catch up with me. Some might call me a rogue, but I like to think of myself as a jack of numerous trades: I can pick a lock, hold my own in a sword fight with an inferior opponent, and can cast a spell or two when the gods are in a good enough mood to assist me. I am for hire and only ask my employees questions that deal with my own personal safety. The right or wrong of what they want me to is something I usually think of once the job is underway; and then I usually regret taking the job in the first case. Missy Razzr calls me morally ambiguous. I don’t think I am. Though I am in it simply for the gold, I do know right from wrong. My goal has always been to retire when I am forty and live a life of leisure and rest for the remainder of my days. In order to do this I need the gold, so I take the most dangerous jobs possible since they are the ones that pay the best. While I am no saint, I am hardly the worse sinner either and won’t do anything that might get me damned for eternity by the Mistress of Judgment who decides the fate of kings and peasants upon our arrival at her doorstep. When I am not working, I am sleeping, and love making, and drinking, and cavorting, and lounging on the beach with my lovely landlady Missy Razzr. She is the love of my life (though I have never told her this). It wouldn’t be fair to tell her how I feel when I can die any day. The jobs I take are dangerous, and I have almost died a dozen times. And I have amassed a few enemies too who would gladly slink into my bedroom at night and plunge a poisoned serrated dagger into my heart or hers. When I am retired and safe on my secluded island I will tell her how I feel and I will catch up with the scribing of these tales. Future Tomes Coming soon: Tome Two: Dryfeet and Fisherman: The Metamorphosis – where I awakens to find that a nasty looking mage has transformed me into a nastier looking orc. Oh, the embarrassment of it all! And where I am forced to save Fisherman from the Abyss if he ever wants to be human again.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Bloodship (Dryfeet and Fisherman #1). To get started finding The Bloodship (Dryfeet and Fisherman #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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Release: 2021

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Description: My name is Quinly Percival Dryfeet. My last name really is Dryfeet or so Grandma Dryfeet always claimed. She raised me – if you want to call abandoning me for days on end to wander the streets of Kwest Marwe from the age of seven on as being raised. She believed in baptism by fire, learning from your own mistakes. As she always said, “Aint nothing I can teach you that a swift kick in the arse by an oversized orc or a burly, pot bellied guardsman can’t”. Mostly I tooled around the back alleys of Kwest Marwe getting in trouble and running from the town militia. She did, however, teach me my how to read and write. She felt it was important to know how to read the baseless crimes lodged against you when you were facing the town magistrate When I was 11, Uncle Phinias returned from his “trampings” as Grandma Dryfeet called them. He took a shining to me and taught all there was to know about locks and how they work, and how to slink, and hide, and cut a purse. He was impressed by my deft hands. The best lesson he ever taught me was the first time I was caught trying to pilfer the purse from a merchant. Instead of hauling me off to the militia he hauled me off to my uncle. Uncle Phinias beat me with a stick until I passed out. He was mad as the Abyss! But not because I tried to steal a purse but because I was stupid enough, and slow enough, and clumsy enough to get caught. He said, “The next time you try to snatch that purse you will remember this beating and you’ll make sure your hands are dept and you feet quick.” I am five foot five inches tall, thin and wiry. In my mid thirty, I am still dexterous but I can slowly feel age and an abundance of old wounds starting to catch up with me. Some might call me a rogue, but I like to think of myself as a jack of numerous trades: I can pick a lock, hold my own in a sword fight with an inferior opponent, and can cast a spell or two when the gods are in a good enough mood to assist me. I am for hire and only ask my employees questions that deal with my own personal safety. The right or wrong of what they want me to is something I usually think of once the job is underway; and then I usually regret taking the job in the first case. Missy Razzr calls me morally ambiguous. I don’t think I am. Though I am in it simply for the gold, I do know right from wrong. My goal has always been to retire when I am forty and live a life of leisure and rest for the remainder of my days. In order to do this I need the gold, so I take the most dangerous jobs possible since they are the ones that pay the best. While I am no saint, I am hardly the worse sinner either and won’t do anything that might get me damned for eternity by the Mistress of Judgment who decides the fate of kings and peasants upon our arrival at her doorstep. When I am not working, I am sleeping, and love making, and drinking, and cavorting, and lounging on the beach with my lovely landlady Missy Razzr. She is the love of my life (though I have never told her this). It wouldn’t be fair to tell her how I feel when I can die any day. The jobs I take are dangerous, and I have almost died a dozen times. And I have amassed a few enemies too who would gladly slink into my bedroom at night and plunge a poisoned serrated dagger into my heart or hers. When I am retired and safe on my secluded island I will tell her how I feel and I will catch up with the scribing of these tales. Future Tomes Coming soon: Tome Two: Dryfeet and Fisherman: The Metamorphosis – where I awakens to find that a nasty looking mage has transformed me into a nastier looking orc. Oh, the embarrassment of it all! And where I am forced to save Fisherman from the Abyss if he ever wants to be human again.We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with The Bloodship (Dryfeet and Fisherman #1). To get started finding The Bloodship (Dryfeet and Fisherman #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed.
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