An Omen on the Waves

[Xarkly 17299]

 

Word spread through Santegia like wildfire.

 

It first, it had just been the fishermen who worked the trawlers that tried their chances furthest from the safety of the Santegian harbour. Over cheap rum in run-down alehouses, they proclaimed their tale amongst themselves, though it was quickly dismissed by any decent folk as drunken hearsay. But the flame spread. Before long, merchants who had come from the west spoke with sailors and captains in the taverns and inns about what they had seen in the hopes of confirming that what they had seen was real, and not some illusion induced by long weeks at sea. Before long, the coastal city was ablaze with talk. 

 

With the talk came theories. It was a ship that carried the specters of the Vaeyl Order, sailing north to reclaim their homeland from the Axios invaders, No, no, it was a ship manned by blue-skinned Sea Elves scouting ahead for their armada of iron-hulled galleons. No - it was a ship from the World of the Dead, haunting the seas and reaping the souls of the drowned. For every man that spread the tale, two more put voice to their wild theories. But the story remained. The tale persisted. There must be some truth to the talk.

 

Talk about a ship that had appeared, in the ocean to the west of Santegia. A hulking colossus of a ship.

 

A ship that had not a single soul on board. 

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