[@Polybius] [@Dark Light] [@DocRock] [@Voltus_Ventus][hr][h3]Chapter I[/h3]"Carrying on in your examinations of the trunk, you discover nothing is keeping it sealed. This oddity, which you stash in the recesses of your seemingly blank memory, strikes you. What good is a unlocked, now waterlogged chest when so clearly it was meant to be sealed? Carrying on, you fall to one knee and place your palms to the worn latches, flipping them up and open. Casting the top open, within you discover a series of badly damaged texts in the form of five leather bound books. Each one is in terrible condition as expected from surviving whatever scuttled the vessel and near doomed you to the abyss yet all retain distinct personalities beyond just the variation in tone and color. Each one [i]feels[/i] different as your fingers trace their unnamed but ornately decorated spines."

"Aside from the obvious in the texts you find a drenched stack of parchment, with ink sliding from the pages into the seawater, as well as a glass vial of ink and writing utensils. Whoever owned such a thing was a person of great dignity and skill you can assume but the owner is nowhere to be found and in this moment you are uncertain if there were anyone else other than you in this dilemma now. Thumbing through the papers, you find some remains of the text that may be possibly read despite the damage."