Chapter 1 - The Beginning

As the captain catches sight of the elf being followed by a very large old man, both waving and calling out to her she barks a few more orders to her crew and disembarks the ship quickly to meet you.

"Hail, have you business with my ship? Who has sent you?", as she is saying this she catches sight of one of your pins. "Aye, you be the ones I've been waiting for. Good, good. Wasn't expecting so many elves, but I s'pose you should be able to handle yourselves if you've been assigned the task. We have some quarters on board. I only have one rule on my ship...", her tone suddenly goes from trying to actively be polite and kind to a very intense seriousness, "Don't. Screw. With. My. Ship."

As if a switch had been flipped she is suddenly kind and jubilant again. "Now, let's get packed. It's to be maybe a weeks journey to the island we seek. Is there anything you would like to gather or bring before we depart?"

"They call me Torment", she says, half-trailing off as she sees something that draws her closer. She strides past Aelar up to Crolwell. She looks him in the eye for a moment, "You must be Crolwell. She told me you would be coming." Suddenly she gives him a big hug. As she withdraws from him you see another thing quite uncharacteristic of the tiefling nature. A single tear is rolling down her cheek. She quickly wipes it away. "She told me we all have important roles to play in what is to come. You most of all Crolwell."

Coming back to the conversation Torment sees Xadira. "Welcome, you can all head on to the ship. There is a quarters below deck you can stay in. We shall be disembarking soon", as she says this you hear a rope snap and a crate smash onto the dock, "Erm...yes...soon. Please make yourself comfortable, just remember the golden rule."

As you load into the ship the crew is finally starting to get the rest of the cargo onto the ship. The captain insists your help is unnecessary. She goes back to barking orders.

Aelar is the first to see a passenger quarters it is one room about 15-20 feet long that has 6 cots lining it. Each cot has a small footlocker at the bottom of it. The accommodations are basic, but not unlike most ships. Within the hour you hear the captain calling for the sails to be hoisted and the anchors are pulled back up.

The first few days pass without event. The cool sea breeze is perfectly offset by the warm sun. After the first day you can no longer see the land behind you. The blue of the ocean stretches in all directions. At night the captain checks progress with the stars. Most nights the captain and crew take some time to relax, play music, drink ale, and have a decent meal. You are always invited and the nights go about well.

By the third night you are well out into the ocean. There should only be two more days travel until you make land. You are all bunking down in the quarters provided when, you suddenly find yourself having a weird shared vision. You see each other. You are all climbing up to the deck of the ship. There is a form there. A woman who is in billowing robes, crying. Even as she weeps she is a visage of beauty unlike any you have seen.

After this vision you all suddenly awake with a stir. You can see, the look on each others faces. You have all shared this vision. Then, you hear it. You all can hear it. The sounds of weeping. It sounds like it is coming from the deck above you.