For days, you’ve been traveling as the “guests” of a pirate crew. Captain Redclaw has set a course for the Shackles, a dangerous journey across a sea that’s dark and deep and full of terrors. One of those unfathomable horrors is stalking your ship right now, lurking several fathoms below your ship. Nervous crewmen have caught glimpses of a leviathan prowling through these waters. The beastie has only raised its monstrous head for a moment, long enough for the ship’s oldest salt to identify it as a brine dragon. A scavenging school of onwu azu swims in its wake, anticipating a feast. The sea monster just needs the right moment to strike.
As you stand on the deck of the ship, Captain Redclaw smirks at you, her mechanical hand held firmly in a fist at her side. “Our oldest sailor has told me this beast has a name,” she says. “They call him Kelizar! He’s ancient and greedy, and he demands tribute from any who pass through his realm. He wants our plunder. He wants our gold! But he’s not going to get it! I wonder. Should we offer him a few poor souls instead?” She glares at you and smiles cruelly. “Best get your swords and spells ready, heroes. One or two of ya would fit real nice in his belly.” As the captain bellows a hearty laugh at her own jest, the ship lurches, and with a massive thump, the brine dragon rams its head against the side of the merchantman vessel. Any moment now, Kelizar might attack...
