Fragment of the ship's log of the lost Sea Sprite
Journal entry 43
Sixteen men were lost last night in the maelstrom that now has us adrift. The mizzen-mast cracked in half as if it were a twig to the claws of that dark monster of a storm. Bosun Smith crushed under its weight before my eyes.
We now languish in the duldrums after the storm pulled along by some strange currents. Not a ripple in the tattered sails yet we move at a good clip. There by foul magic in the air. A lookout has said that land be off to the west, though it only be jagged rocks I see. 'Course that would be better than floating in the nothin' The lookout also says that he sees a tower spire, but by sun and stars, we are many leagues from man nor beast. The sun be playin' tricks on us all.
The Lost Crags is a 16x16 area lost out is the vastness of the sea. A strange stone tower rises from the central rocks and silently watches over those unlucky sailors washed ashore. Those doomed men and women have been there so long that they have fashioned together a meager village from the flotsam on the waves and now live out their days among the crags.
Enjoy these screenies while you wait for The Lost Crags to be approved:
Enjoy yer shipwrecked doom, ya bilge rats!
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