Cthulhu_Wakes
Black Sun in a White World
Three months of island hopping and ventures upon the sea. The boat had ended up many, many miles off course in the seas northwest of Wavecrest. Well outside their territorial waters, in truth. It lead you all through many an island chain and straight you'd never seen, but the stars were true and began to lead you on course.
There was the negotiations with the Oliph People and the taking of water from their springs once ruled by a Fae noble. Long since vanished. The ships you've met along the way, such as the carrack of Gilo of Coral, have told the same tale: the Fae are well and truly gone. Rumor has reached of you over a thousand islands reappearing further west, solid, stoutly real and some even inhabited by folk who didn't know anything was amiss. You tacked with a line of Guild ships for a time through the Beryl Straights.
The Fae are gone. You've passed two known and mapped lesser courts, not one errant commoner or living tendrils of crystallized ink or even siaka men. Twice the crow's nest spotted Lintha sails on the horizon in Ascending Air, outrun or vanished both times. The Realm has not pursued, at least as far as any of you can be sure. Distant sightings of airships can never be confirmed.
But you're on course for Corsica, a known hotspot for wayward gods, elementals and all manner of the supernatural of Creation, much like the Neck. Should be mere hours from sighting land if the maps don't lie.
There was the negotiations with the Oliph People and the taking of water from their springs once ruled by a Fae noble. Long since vanished. The ships you've met along the way, such as the carrack of Gilo of Coral, have told the same tale: the Fae are well and truly gone. Rumor has reached of you over a thousand islands reappearing further west, solid, stoutly real and some even inhabited by folk who didn't know anything was amiss. You tacked with a line of Guild ships for a time through the Beryl Straights.
The Fae are gone. You've passed two known and mapped lesser courts, not one errant commoner or living tendrils of crystallized ink or even siaka men. Twice the crow's nest spotted Lintha sails on the horizon in Ascending Air, outrun or vanished both times. The Realm has not pursued, at least as far as any of you can be sure. Distant sightings of airships can never be confirmed.
But you're on course for Corsica, a known hotspot for wayward gods, elementals and all manner of the supernatural of Creation, much like the Neck. Should be mere hours from sighting land if the maps don't lie.
