...The wind was calm, almost too calm to coax the sails home. The skies were the colour of frozen ash. The salt water of the open waves stung cheeks; the grey skies cast a bitter mood across the deck. Below, the groans of the wounded were louder than the creaks of the battered timbers...
A new Dungeon World adventure outta nowhere! Enjoy.
Joe Banner
2019-10-17 15:34:16 +0000 UTC