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Welcome on board the Southern Star. One of the many ships on route to the hidden continent in the far south-east of Arethil.
Adventure, fortune, discovery, whatever the reason may be, it mattered not under the banner of the Monterossan expeditioner Ermengarde.
Once more to sail across the sea and chart out the land was the goal. Yet once the fleet reached the heart of the Asherah sea, an everlasting storm that persisted for an eternity led them far off course.
What stars were seen in any clearing in the sky soon changed from the known constellations of the hounds and the little bird of the north to stars uncharted and unknown.
The trip was difficult.
It was now midnight on board of the Southern Star.
A violent tremor shook the Southern Star from bow to stern. Ripping and lurching sounds of wood resonated like a deep bass through the bodies of any living person or beast on board.
Clutter flew across the sky and passengers got thrown out of the comfort of their warm resting spots.
The ship seemed to have stranded on a reef and almost jumped a beat to a full stop.
Flooding was imminent in the lowest decks.
Ermengarde removed herself from beneath the table after the violent throw across the room. It was no time to idly assess the situation. What's a few bumps, bruises and ink stains here and there? Any man with a sane mind would know the danger at hand and get on deck without hesitation.
She took her logbook and stormed out of her cabin where the wind and rain persisted. Though the storm was much weaker than in the morning.
With the ship firmly lodged in the reef, it only rocked when a high wave crashed against its side, dousing all on board in cold and slippery seawater.
»MAN OVERBOARD, « shouted a sailor from amid the loud cacophony of chaos.
While it was dangerous here, it certainly beat a wet grave below deck.
Preparations to rouse every man on this doomed vessel have already begun.
Wet from the violent sea, Ermengarde couldn't even notice that the rain had stopped and the sky began to clear to display the twinkling stars in the distance...
Or were those lights?
A settlement?
Was that land?
It was land.
Adventure, fortune, discovery, whatever the reason may be, it mattered not under the banner of the Monterossan expeditioner Ermengarde.
Once more to sail across the sea and chart out the land was the goal. Yet once the fleet reached the heart of the Asherah sea, an everlasting storm that persisted for an eternity led them far off course.
What stars were seen in any clearing in the sky soon changed from the known constellations of the hounds and the little bird of the north to stars uncharted and unknown.
The trip was difficult.
It was now midnight on board of the Southern Star.
Southern Star in the Asherah Sea, 25th of seagrass.
The sky has not cleared since entering the heart of the Asherah Sea.
I, like many others, presume that it may of be magical nature. Why else would the winds be so desperate to separate my fleet and keep it so?
Is Arethil in unrest? This storm has been going on for three good weeks.
We have yet to breakthrough, but I fear we may not find the others as we are still sailing in unkռ_ᔕnW\__ .. .
A violent tremor shook the Southern Star from bow to stern. Ripping and lurching sounds of wood resonated like a deep bass through the bodies of any living person or beast on board.
Clutter flew across the sky and passengers got thrown out of the comfort of their warm resting spots.
The ship seemed to have stranded on a reef and almost jumped a beat to a full stop.
Flooding was imminent in the lowest decks.
Ermengarde removed herself from beneath the table after the violent throw across the room. It was no time to idly assess the situation. What's a few bumps, bruises and ink stains here and there? Any man with a sane mind would know the danger at hand and get on deck without hesitation.
She took her logbook and stormed out of her cabin where the wind and rain persisted. Though the storm was much weaker than in the morning.
With the ship firmly lodged in the reef, it only rocked when a high wave crashed against its side, dousing all on board in cold and slippery seawater.
»MAN OVERBOARD, « shouted a sailor from amid the loud cacophony of chaos.
While it was dangerous here, it certainly beat a wet grave below deck.
Preparations to rouse every man on this doomed vessel have already begun.
Wet from the violent sea, Ermengarde couldn't even notice that the rain had stopped and the sky began to clear to display the twinkling stars in the distance...
Or were those lights?
A settlement?
Was that land?
It was land.