The Breathers of Ardini's Whoa(woe)
Part One:
It has been an old story passed down from
father to son for 10,000 generations. A story so
odd and so far-fetched that today it is only
believed to be a sailors fanciful tale. Herein,
is the story and the artifact that I have
bartered:
It was on a plainly named ship in a plainly
named port that this story was to unfold. It seems
that the poor sailor who tells the tale is a
displaced 'hesperian cimbric barbarian'. So, it
is through his eyes this colorful story comes to
life.
On the 11th hour at sea, we beheld a great
dark looming shape rising from the depths. While
a shipmate was netting some fish for the evening
meal he noticed the momentary flickering of very
bright lights in the dark depths. He called out
a warning for all to take notice. They all watched
this intently as the event unfolded.
Very soon after the flickering lights, the
very blueness of the waters we rocked in, began to
change to a dark black muddy ink color. The fishnets
stood out plainly against the swelling darkness.
Our bountiful school of fish had vanished!!
Moments later, our ship began to creak and
groan like a wounded bear in pain. The wood was
breaking apart; something had broken the hull.
Shouts went up, the crew wailing for the mercy
of the gods. Suddenly, the ship began to rise!!
Rather, than sink below the waves the ship rose up
out of the waters.
TO BE CONTINUED!!!!!!!!!
Part Two