[Center][B][h2]"Home Again"[/h2]

[H3]Adventures
in an
Ancient Land
of
Magic, Monsters,
and
Mysteries[/h3]

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[url=https://i.imgur.com/Eqf1IMy.png]Killian[/url] (soon to be known as "The Valiant")
Human Being
35 years old
5'10", 190#; muscular, strong
Wavy, brunette hair, worn loose onto his shoulders.
Light brown eyes.

[b]The middle of the night
Sometime in late winter:[/b]

Killian stood at the ship's wheel, struggling to keep the vessel heading into the wind and waves. The storm had struck suddenly without warning, as if the Gods didn't want them to reach their destination.

The irony, of course, was that [url=https://i.imgur.com/jWcx2iJ.jpg]the Known World[/url], as it was called there, had already been in their sight for six hours before the sun went down. Killian estimated that they'd been less than 6 miles from the Mouth of the Western Yall when the sun went down. 

With reefs and shoals, it had been too dangerous to attempt to enter the river in the dark. They'd decided to wait out the darkness, using the drift anchor to keep them steady in the swells and pointing one specific direction. They had only to wait until sunrise to enter the bay and find a nice place to port.

The storm had changed all that, of course. Killian had no idea where they were now in relation to the Western Yall. He had no idea where they were in relation to the coastline at all. Or its reefs. Or its shoals. There was nothing but blackness around them, blackness and rain.

A bolt of lightning shocked Killian. Not because of the light of death but because of what it illuminated: land, [i]very[/i] near to the ship. Killian attempted to steer the boat south away from the land but to no avail. A moment later, the boat rose high on a swell, surged forward toward the land a hundred feet or so, and then came down, right upon an underwater shoal that immediately and naturally ripped through the hull.