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The Jungle Deep

Rallen paused at the distant crack of thunder, waiting for an echo that never came. Frowning, he turned his face to the wind and tasted something foul, a faint tang of ash and acid. Up ahead, Corrick continued striding towards the ruined tower, his cloak flapping madly behind him. This was an abandoned place. Rallen caught up just as Corrick reached the broken archway that led into the tower. The other ranger turned.   ‘I don’t understand, Corrick. This watchtower hasn’t been manned in decades.’ ‘I suspect that is about to change.’ Rallen shook his head. ‘We’ve been at peace with Lorenthia for generations. The king’s sister is married to…’ His voice trailed off as he saw his friend’s pain. ‘Corrick?’ Corrick shook his head slowly. ‘Just follow.’ The ranger turned through the arch, and Rallen quickly followed. Inside, shafts of sunlight reached down through the cracks in the roof to guide their way. They climbed slowly up the worn stairs that still circled around the inside of the t...

Shipwreck

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  BACKGROUND   After the withdrawal of the fog, the island became more bountiful. The repairs completed, many wanted to tardy there, but the air, which had been perfectly still, yielded to a strong, steady wind. The captain argued that they had no idea where they were, and therefore which direction to take, but his objections were scuttled by the appearance of not one, but two albatros, riding the wind westwards. For the superstitious sailors there could be no more obvious omen.  A handful of men and women nonetheless asked to remain behind, which fate Erenthal accorded. They rode the westward wind for twenty days. They were in sight of shore when it failed. Crew and passengers could only watch in silent horror a sudden and oncoming roiling storm, which struck them with impossible violence... Erenthal struggled to his knees, his wings heavy and the bitter salt setting his mouth afire. Their ship was no more. The stern half had washed up gutted, with crates and sack...