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Message: <blockquote data-quote="nonamazing" data-source="post: 1929489" data-attributes="member: 12118">The time to begin your journey has arrived.  The Whale's Carcass is finally ready to set sail.  You're all on deck, sharing glasses of Barandurr's spiced ale in order to clear away the memory of the ship's stench.  Poor Voddlegrok already seems slightly seasick.  Captain Gravan, a tall, grim-looking man with a well-trimmed black goatee, taunts the gnome mercilessly, while his crew laughs. Down on the dock, a number of longshoremen (with scarves wrapped around their faces to protect them from the ship's odor) are loading the rest of the cargo, including the heavy wood-and-steel sleds, designed espcially for the expedition by skilled Cannith artificers.  A little further down the dock, a Vadalis animal trainer struggles to convince her charges to board the ship (the dogs are understandably nervous about approaching the source of the stench). Just as everything is loaded and ready to go, you catch sight of a haughty-looking nobleman making his way toward the ship with a small retinue of servants, including a dragon-marked member of House Lyrandar, creating a slight breeze in order to keep the smell of the Whale's Carcass away from his master.  None of you recognize the nobleman, but Gravan sneers as he approaches, and Voddlegrok turns a little greener as he gasps, "L-l-lord B-boroman!" The nobleman stops just short of the ship and calls out to you.  "Hail, explorers!  I am Lord Boroman ir'Dayne.  I trust that you may have heard of me."  When there is no immediate response, the nobleman looks slightly disgruntled before continuing.  "I have come here today to politely ask you to call off this expedition.  There are reasons why I never returned to the Frostfell, reasons why no man should ever go there again.  In the name of all that is good, I implore you to abort this mission immediately.  If you so do, I will see to it that you are all offered lucrative positions with the Wayfinder Foundation." Voddlegrok suddenly groans and clutches at the ship's railing, too ill to respond.  Gravan steps forward and commands his crew to loosen the ship's moorings and set sail.  He glares down at the nobleman with obvious contempt in his eyes.  "It's not our duty to protect your secrets, ir'Dayne!  Nor to safeguard your blood-stained reputation.  My ship will sail to the frost, and return, this I swear.  And then we'll see just how deserved your fame is." Boroman flinches at the captain's comments, as if stung.  "You may go where you wish, Gravan--no one will ever listen to the ramblings of an ex-pirate.  My plea is for the respectable explorers aboard this ship.  It's not to late for you to turn back, and keep hidden things man is not ready to know!" You are all suddenly aware, as the lines keeping the ship tethered to the dock are cut, that this is your last chance to change your mind.  What do you do?Well, we're just about to get started.  <a href="http://www.enworld.org/forums/showthread.php?t=111783" target="_blank">Here</a> is the in-character thread--I will make the first post of the game on Monday.  If you'd like to have your character respond to any of the above, you may do so in this thread (and if you have any questions to ask or issues to clarify, let me know about them as soon as possible!).One more thing: Sorrow, I thought your background write-up for Norderil was excellent.  Please take 500 experience points as your bonus.</blockquote>

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