Post by Bappir on Jun 24, 2017 8:08:37 GMT
Out Of Character Information:
7:30 PM Greenwich Mean Time
3:30 PM Eastern Standard Time
“Ideals are like stars; you will not succeed in touching them with your hands. But like the sailor at sea, you choose them as your guides, and following them you will reach your destiny."
Over past several weeks, a sundry of persons have received cryptic, threatening letters. Said missives made most inexplicable appearances. These pristine documents are exceedingly peculiar. Each identical section of parchments tells the same vague story: you are directly responsible for the loss of a remarkable piece of property. In no uncertain terms, the rightful owners expects you to retrieve the parcel or suffer the consequences for your actions. You have not had the opportunity to solicit particular details about said object.
As you scan the western horizon, you note the presence of a moderately sized warship. The seafaring vessel rests lower inside the water than a ship of its caliber ought. It appears to be weighed down. Perhaps there will be goods aboard? Maybe this watercraft is the savior you and your fellow survivors have long awaited? Further study of the craft reveals, the ship is heading due east. It demonstrates no sign of yielding course or reducing its speed. A careful observer might much of the vessels hopelessly discolored sails. From a distance, these massive segments of sprawling cloth of blued and blacked. The approaching ship is like a black and blue bruise fixed to the calm morning sky.
As you scan the western horizon, you note the presence of a moderately sized warship. The seafaring vessel rests lower inside the water than a ship of its caliber ought. It appears to be weighed down. Perhaps there will be goods aboard? Maybe this watercraft is the savior you and your fellow survivors have long awaited? Further study of the craft reveals, the ship is heading due east. It demonstrates no sign of yielding course or reducing its speed. A careful observer might much of the vessels hopelessly discolored sails. From a distance, these massive segments of sprawling cloth of blued and blacked. The approaching ship is like a black and blue bruise fixed to the calm morning sky.