[@Polybius] [@Dark Light] [@Pyromaniacwolf] [@DocRock] [@Voltus_Ventus][hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"After some time appealing to your senses, with a heavy heart you realize that there are no clear memories or thoughts that stick with you. Not just that you should remember something, rather that what should be there is not there at all. This only adds to the mystery of your fate but it is clear in this moment there are more pressing matters, which you begin by stalking through the debris in the high hopes of salvaging something of use."

"Among the bits of wood and metal, some of the former natural and the latter all from what you can only assume to be the remains of the ship you were journeying upon, you come upon a chest. Its face buried in the sand and shoulders as wide as a man's, the trunk is soon pried free of its coarse hold. It strikes the wet sand with a dull thud as you wipe your brow, looking over your catch. Strangely, although it bears mounting for locks, only one hangs off a loop, the other likely lost to the sea or wherever it was you escaped from that was the impenetrable black."