The kingdom of Andoran has once more attempted to start a colony in the Arcadian ocean among the ruins of Azlant. The colony, named Talmandor's Bounty has already had its first batch of settlers arrive upon the ship<em>Liberty's Herald</em>, among the benefits promised to the colonists is a share in the profits of export that the colony sets up as well as land grants upon the colony becoming self-sufficient. The Bountiful Venture Company, the organization running the settlement attempt has set out a barrage of lotteries and strict tests to select the group heading over on the<em>Peregrine</em>as the next batch of colonists.  At least that's what they'd like to claim. The night of pink when the lust cults arranged their worldwide ritual has made a mess of things. All the experienced adventurers heading off to deal with the cults means their tests had to have their standards lowered due to the sudden lack of experienced adventurers. Of course it's a tad safer for all the greenhorns as the monsters may not rip them to shreds at the drop of a hat anymore. The second batch of colonists is where our story starts. After many months of tests and resource gathering you all have boarded the<em>Peregrine</em>and are on your way to Talmandor's Bounty.<br/><br/>The<em>Peregrine</em>is a three-masted sailing ship with a spiritsail on the bow. One hundred foot long and twenty five foot across at the widest it's a large vessel for cargo and passengers. Around sixty settlers and guards and over twenty sailors have been crammed into this ship for six weeks. For the most part spirits are high as a new life awaits the settlers, a life of hard work to be sure but the rewards are well worth it. Beyond a shower or two the weather has been warm and while the food is no feast there's been lack of nothing except maybe privacy and quiet upon the vessel. The sun rises upon the vessel once more, the sound of the wind filling the sails and the splash of the waves the ship cuts through fills the air while the scent of salt water and wood is ever present. Here and there people move about, sailors fulfilling their duties while colonists keep themselves occupied and out of the way.