Wolves of water
Might of blind force
Living movement of sunlight
Currents churning
The reflecting edges of the shale
Soft rains pierce hard marble
Heat seeps through the silver
There is only mixing and dissociation
Nothing remains
What is the life that I have chosen?
The wave-shattered hull
Theseus in the labyrinth
Hunched in a cave of broken myths
Dragged off the street for some fictitious crime, you are led, in chains, to the dock. A longship is there. It is made of vicious thorns, from violet-grey daggers a metre long down to equally deadly hair-thin needles. Lashed to the barnacle-covered tiller is the Captain: two arms, one eye, and no legs. One of his ears has been chewed off. Gurning as though in agony, he peers at you with his remaining eye, and utters something sounding like “PARP!”
You’re led onto the boat, and chained to the oars, along with 2D6 others.
The sail fills and the whip cracks, and the boat veers hesitantly towards the Endless Sea.
D6 things the crew may tell you:
- No ship has ever returned from the Endless Sea.
- The Captain has been hired to recover valuable naval artifacts.
- The ship is alive, and malevolent.
- The captain left the rudder once and immediately started coughing up blood.
- The Captain has done this journey before. That’s where he lost his legs
- The ship has a true name, used to control it. Only the Captain knows what it is.
I am writing an adventure for Mörk Borg. This is the beginning.
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