The group of people who comprise the majority of the The Order of Rachelis's clergy. Rhaelites typically have a malformation of the skin that causes it to have intense light and dark patches from birth, as the first prophet of Rachelis, King Charles Delair Falymos Propheta did. In the time of its infancy, The Order of Rachelis consisted of but a few members lead by the first king of Burgdalin's son during the early years of his adult life before his father's passing. Rhaelites primarily inhabit The Theocracy of Rachelis, and Eagris, often living in churches or buildings owned by The Order of Rachelis.

The Guild found us a party of adventurers brave or stupid enough come along for the journey. They look to be a fresh bunch of warriors whose only fights have been with the Rous in the sewers. They've been given a few bunks below decks, they were going to be next to the Emperors men but the bastards were bitching so much we had to move them next to the rowers. The new lads were helpful on the ship, offering to swab the deck for us, hoist the sail, tighten the mast and all, but they clearly had no clue what they were in for, I suspect the greater experience with a ship the tree of them have is from tall tales told after a few steins of beer. Still, they're hard working boys, much more than those royals who've been out drinking all morning while we've been getting ready to sail.

We set off late this morning when the last of the royals got back to the ship drunk as their fathers. If the Emperor hadn't sent these men I would have left them behind, no need for useless drunks on The Misty Titan. Our course should see us ahead of the storm blowing in from the north by a day or so, with any luck we'll slip by it before tomorrow's dusk.

We sailed through clear seas today, the royals sobered up quick once they hurled their guts overboard, and I had them following my men's instructions to keep the sails in order. One of the royals got into a bit of a tiff with one the adventurers over not addressing him right, so I had the both of them cleaning barnacles off the hull with poles all day. It looks like the storms going to pass behind us, but we're preparing for the worst.

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