The lost City of Atilata has been found!
Well, it was never really lost, at least not to those who live under the sea. It's whereabouts have always been known. The problem has been the Leviathan that made its home there after the city was sunk into the sea by an earthquake. Highly territorial, any ships that went into that area never came out.
And then last week, the durned thing washed up on the shore, dead a doornail! Nobody knows how or why it died, only that large parts of it were gouged out, and it was certainly dead.
The first tentative ship tried sailing across the Atilatan sea, hoping to turn in its wares to the city across the sea a little faster than its competitors. And he made it. But this begged another question:
What happened to all the treasures of Atilata?
Stories of this fabled city have spread far and wide in the three hundred years since it's sinking. Stories of a tower of High Sorcery, an Academy of Ancient Lore, and museums full of artifacts from times lost. What could be found under the ocean, lost to the rest of the world, but available to a few. If they can only get there.
"That's why ye're here," the gruff dwarf said, staring at you with his one good eye, the other just an empty socket in his head he didn't bother hiding behind an eyepatch. "I want to be the first to get down there and see what's what. The pickins are fresh, I tell ye," he says as he pounds the table of the small tavern. "I'll be willin' ta split the treasure with ye, five percent each, and if ye find any magic thingies, ye'll have yer pick from them. Just one each, though. No need to get greedy."
Some of you have met before, others have been contacted in one way or another by this dwarf, Kanglin, a merchant of some high renown here in the port town of High Croft.
"I'll pay for yer passage, and'll bring ye back when yer done. I know each o' ye can handle the waves as easily as the land, so we should have an edge on the competition. But ye have to hurry! Me brother, Forglin, is tryin' ta put together his own team. They wanna use magic potions, or some such nonsense. Ye can get there first, if ye leave by the mornin'. What say ye?"
Well, it was never really lost, at least not to those who live under the sea. It's whereabouts have always been known. The problem has been the Leviathan that made its home there after the city was sunk into the sea by an earthquake. Highly territorial, any ships that went into that area never came out.
And then last week, the durned thing washed up on the shore, dead a doornail! Nobody knows how or why it died, only that large parts of it were gouged out, and it was certainly dead.
The first tentative ship tried sailing across the Atilatan sea, hoping to turn in its wares to the city across the sea a little faster than its competitors. And he made it. But this begged another question:
What happened to all the treasures of Atilata?
Stories of this fabled city have spread far and wide in the three hundred years since it's sinking. Stories of a tower of High Sorcery, an Academy of Ancient Lore, and museums full of artifacts from times lost. What could be found under the ocean, lost to the rest of the world, but available to a few. If they can only get there.
"That's why ye're here," the gruff dwarf said, staring at you with his one good eye, the other just an empty socket in his head he didn't bother hiding behind an eyepatch. "I want to be the first to get down there and see what's what. The pickins are fresh, I tell ye," he says as he pounds the table of the small tavern. "I'll be willin' ta split the treasure with ye, five percent each, and if ye find any magic thingies, ye'll have yer pick from them. Just one each, though. No need to get greedy."
Some of you have met before, others have been contacted in one way or another by this dwarf, Kanglin, a merchant of some high renown here in the port town of High Croft.
"I'll pay for yer passage, and'll bring ye back when yer done. I know each o' ye can handle the waves as easily as the land, so we should have an edge on the competition. But ye have to hurry! Me brother, Forglin, is tryin' ta put together his own team. They wanna use magic potions, or some such nonsense. Ye can get there first, if ye leave by the mornin'. What say ye?"
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