The Great Sael Adventure 1
"Since he may never tightrope walk on earth again, let us throw him to the sea so he may tightrope walk for those for whom the tide wanes."
With this mysterious proclamation, the paralyzed man is fed to the sea, and his fellow street performers mourn his loss while also being consoled by words they just can't quite understand. This is the power of mystery.
The tides begin to wax as a storm brews. Waves crash over the sides of the medium-sized vessel. A board pops loose and springs a leak. Alas, no one on board knows what to do. After all, it's a bunch of street performers, a man who calls himself a Commodore, and you with your specialized set of special skills.
You will go down with this ship.
It is said that weeks after the demise of you and your entire crew, the hat of the Commodore washed ashore in nearby Port-ow-Carl-ot-ta and the city mourns their loss.
Now, 500 years later, a festival is held in which children run about wearing Commodore hats. It is said that if you stand on the shore on that day and listen carefully, you can hear the final moans and screams of your ill-fated crew as they vanish into the dark waves. An urban legend? Perhaps. Your reality? Indeed.
With this mysterious proclamation, the paralyzed man is fed to the sea, and his fellow street performers mourn his loss while also being consoled by words they just can't quite understand. This is the power of mystery.
The tides begin to wax as a storm brews. Waves crash over the sides of the medium-sized vessel. A board pops loose and springs a leak. Alas, no one on board knows what to do. After all, it's a bunch of street performers, a man who calls himself a Commodore, and you with your specialized set of special skills.
You will go down with this ship.
It is said that weeks after the demise of you and your entire crew, the hat of the Commodore washed ashore in nearby Port-ow-Carl-ot-ta and the city mourns their loss.
Now, 500 years later, a festival is held in which children run about wearing Commodore hats. It is said that if you stand on the shore on that day and listen carefully, you can hear the final moans and screams of your ill-fated crew as they vanish into the dark waves. An urban legend? Perhaps. Your reality? Indeed.
