March 14th, 1825
Sailing near Mount Othrys, man what a gigantic mountain in the sea that is!
I wish i could climb that, there must be treasures there for sure.
As i was plunged in my thoughts of how to go onto Mount Othrys one of my crew members told me there was some strange dark mist coming close to the island, me and the others thought that was just some normal fog, y’know, nothing strange?
Suddenly, we heard the mountain shake, even the surroundings were moving! We saw the dark fog cover it, soon enough we started hearing bumping on the ship, it’s moving in every sense. We’re hearing people knocking on it too… It feels like a bad dream.
We tried to sail away from Mount Othrys, nothing… Just nothing, our sails were gone just like that, something ate them! Most of my crew fell off the ship and blood has begun to flow over the sea, thankfully i just remembered those rowboats we docked on our boat not too long ago.
I tried to put one in the water and it worked, three other came with me while the last of the crew took the other three rowboats. Some creature jumped right out of the sea and ate one of the rowboats…
March 15th, 1825
We’ve gotten out of this dark fog, Mount Othrys has just sunked down to the bottom of the sea, only a small island remains. The others must be safe, we’re on our way to ravenna.
March 18th, 1825
One of our guys looked behind us and we saw something GIGANTIC burst out of the sea, a Ravenna Ketch just got swallowed right infront of our eyes… Hopefully our rowboat is too small to be seen by whatever this monstrosity is…
March 20th, 1825
We’ve finally reached Ravenna, we told the kind about our story, he finds it impossible… We told him to send a fleet there to look for him and he just told us to “screw off”, as we’re like little kids telling a story to scare our mother.
March 24th, 1825
We’ve got our hands on a caravel and just in time as it seems… This fog just followed us to Ravenna, all cities are on lockdown, people are beginning to act… Unstable, murders, theft, explosions… We waited a bit on the docks for people to come, only a few Ravenna soldiers and citizens came, either too scared of what is happening in the city, or too scared of what will happen as our story became quite… Known.
We sailed off Ravenna to get to Sailor’s Lodge and tell everybody, hopefully The Grand Navy can do something about this.
March 25th, 1825
We reached Sailor’s Lodge, told everybody about it. In the distance what would be seen as Mount Othrys is just dark fog, hell… Even Ravenna is underwater now.
Everybody started to leave, head to The Jaws, right as we were about to leave somebody from Shell island along with somebody from Redwake named Krizen told us about Redwake and Shell island being covered by dark fog yet The Jaws haven’t sunk down, unlike Shell Island.
We now know where to head.
April 5th, 1825
We’ve reached Silver Hold, too much happenned. Those two guys, one of them fell off board, only Krizen, I, and some other of our crew stayed onboard, we saw Silver Hold from a distance, in complete ruins, fire, magic explosions, boats sinking, it’s the same as Ravenna.
We quickly continued to The Jaws, the fog was just a hundred meters infront of us.
April 8th, 1825
We’re seeing lights in the distance, still hearing those bumps, scratches, knocks… I’ve been seeing ghosts, even ghost ships too. Though i’m glad that gigantic beast hasn’t gotten us.
April 9th, 1825
We’ve reached The Jaws, a small village was built ontop of them, it was high enough for those creatures to not get us, high enough to be livable. Boats were parked inside those “boxes” that they quickly made to protect them from the creatures. We’ve stopped and started climbing, should take an hour or two.
We’re ontop of it, they’ve already made houses, small shops, a few farms, bridges accross The Jaws, a giant wooden platform in the middle, nothing on it though.
April 10th, 1825
Been a day since we’re here, more and more survivors coming here, we’ve seen Ravenna centurions, citizens even some Silver Hold guys.
Even the most hated criminals were accepted, The Jaws was some kind of livable place in the once Bronze Sea.