I stepped into the wreck of the Star of the North, my heart pounding in my chest. The captain’s quarters loomed before me, a gaping maw inviting me into its depths. The walls were cracked and crumbling, and the relentless sea had claimed the room, turning it into a slick and slippery lair.
I felt as though I had crossed over into another world, a place where the laws of nature no longer applied. The air was thick with the scent of salt and rot, and an eerie light filled the space, casting shadows that seemed to shift and dance on their own.
And there it was, on the desk, the captain’s logbook. Its pages were made from the finest waterproof parchment, and its words held the key to unlocking the mystery of the Lady She’To’Kirilian and the strange cargo she carried. According to the log, the ship had been doomed by some sort of creature that had broken free from its confines and left the crew at the mercy of the tumultuous waves.
But it wasn’t just any creature – its presence had attracted the attention of beings from the depths, creatures of myth and legend that whispered of horrors beyond comprehension.
What horrors did they unleash upon the doomed ship? The logbook is ominously silent on the matter, its final entry dated a month prior.
But one thing is certain, the wreck of the Star of the North holds secrets that should remain buried in its watery grave, secrets that even the bravest of souls may not be able to uncover. For in the depths of the brine lies a malevolence that will stop at nothing to claim what it desires. And as I stand here, staring into the heart of this desolate place, I can feel that malevolence calling to me, tempting me to uncover its secrets, no matter the cost.