Chronicles of the East

A few months ago, a rotting boat washed onto the shore from the east. The boat’s one passenger, a desiccated and eyeless corpse. In return, an expedition mission was sent. Of the five ships sent out, only two returned. The explorers told tales of a vibrant wilderness overtaking the last vestiges of a lost civilization. They spoke of ghosts trapped in mirrors. They warned of the depravity of a race of giants.

Our people have called these islands home as long as time has been recorded. We have always lived according to the will of the stars. Now the signs are clear, we must find new homes, or die. Some would thing to go west, to Corpucca, but the blasted lands could never sustain our people, and the inhabitants would never offer refuge. We must instead look to the East.

Chronicles of the East