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The ship slowly drifted through the dead-calm ocean, as it seemed to get closer to what could be easily explained as a wall of fog. It was a fairly large ship, used for transporting cargo to the different Hunter camps all over the known lands.

But the ship wasn't heading to known lands. It was venturing into uncharted, untamed territory. Thus, they knew danger could be lurking at every corner. The captain decided to keep the crew on it's toes, letting the ship slowly drift past the ominous fog barrier that kept the Uncharted Lands hidden from plain view. So in a sense, the group of Hunters chosen to explore these lands would be one of the first to lay eyes upon these mysterious lands.

The party is on the deck, doing whatever they wish, really. The ship isn't rocking at all, the seas being almost too calm. The captain, a Water Genasi whose skin seemed to be always covered in Morning Dew, stepped out of his cabin. He lay his aquamarine eyes on the party, then slowly walked towards them.

"Well, I'd wager we're near your destination now. I'm not going to take you all the way over there, which is why I'm dragging along that nice boat tied to this vessel. You'd have to go the rest of the way by yourselves. I'll tell ya, there's something... eerie yet soothing about this place, and it grows stronger the closer I get to these lands."

[The party feels it too, those of you wanting to know what this feeling is can roll an Arcana, Nature or Religion roll.]

"Either way, you guys might wanna cling to yer weapons, 'cause who knows what awaits us beyond..."

Rosco, an extremely confident and unnaturally brave halfling, would stand at the rail of the ship, looking out across the ocean.

"Whoa." He would turn to Fasrogen, looking up to the man. "You ever get that really strong case of déjà vu? It just hit me like a ton of bricks." Shaking his head, and perhaps some fog of his own in his mind, he tried to focus on the task at hand. "It was probably nothing."



What's the best way to access the smaller boat?

Rain: There are two ways: You can jump down, or you can climb down a rope ladder, which hangs right above the small boat. As to the roll, you understand nothing. Well, nothing new.

"Well, folks! Time to earn our keep. Pretty sure the guild's not paying us to sight-see." This wasn't so much an order or command, but an optimistic go-get-em comment. Rosco hesitated at the edge of the ship, as if contemplating something, or perhaps remembering it.

Deciding something internally, he would make his way down the rope ladder to the adjacent vessel.

Fasrogen grins from under his handlebar moustache. "I think I've found something to better to stare at."

She caught the others climbing down to another boat out of the corner of her eye and hurried over,

"Don't even think about leaving without me!"

She was already climbing down the down the rope ladder before she finished speaking.

As Kizerin makes it down first, Rosco would whisper to her, "Don't worry, I think he meant me."

Charisma 20, ftw.

Millia stood in the boat with her arms crossing her chest. She wore a pout and tapped her foot impatiently,

"What're we waiting, we're all here aren't we? Let's go already!"