<div class="floatleft">(https://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2013/07/12/117569/6a42ea553ccc2407d193391c0d3112d0-700.jpg)</div><strong>GM Notice:</strong><br/><br/>The Voyage of the Fortune Expedition had not been ideal.  Razi, your party had been driven by sleet and fierce winds for nearly two weeks before the captain of your ship, Lord Sewell, had made headway against the tyranny of the waves.  Your party faced deprivations in the form of boredom, hunger, and thirst, as the expedition had been formed on a shoe-string budget and by the seat of your pants, much like everything else in your life.  Just when you thought it was over, the ship--THE VEROCIOUS--crashed against the sharp, mysterious shore of a river that cut through a wide canyon.  Having gone around the coast would have taken another two weeks.<br/><br/>Though your party emerged relatively unscathed, Lord Sewell and his second-in-command, one Lieutenant Koakend, perished when they were thrown off the quarterdeck, and their skulls had been dashed in the rocks of the shore below.  That doesn't include all of the other... strange deaths that occurred aboard the VEROCIOUS.<br/><br/>Now, the VEROCIOUS' hull is utterly cracked, and were it not for the jagged rocks, the ship would have sunk long ago.  The party was able to extract its personal belongings from the ship in a timely manner, but Mr. Hennig, one of the surviving sailors, said that stepping foot aboard the wreckage now was dangerous.<br/><br/>"TIDE POOL is only a few miles away," Mr. Hennig said.   "That way."  He pointed southwest, along the shoreline of the river.