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Comm. Shmidlapp

Commodore Shmidlapp’s career had always  been a minor one… that was – until he and his crew started to receive visions of vast treasure within the Furyoth dell. Deciding to take up the opportunity, he and his crew set off for Ghur. But just as they had reached the closing of their voyage there, his […]
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Commodore Shmidlapp’s career had always  been a minor one… that was – until he and his crew started to receive visions of vast treasure within the Furyoth dell.

Deciding to take up the opportunity, he and his crew set off for Ghur. But just as they had reached the closing of their voyage there, his fleet was struck down by the hazardous and unstable magics of the realm..

Now desperate for the capital to rebuild his now practically defunct fleet, he continues to push on through the Wilds of Ghur in the hopes of saving what remains of his crew, and finding enough to rebuild from the accident.

As they continue to push through in search of the Dell, the beastial magics of Ghur have also started to shift the very beings of the crew members. Facing mounting pressure and dilapidating morale, he and the crew find themselves in a race against time to repair from the tragedy that had stricken them, or even just escape the realm intact.

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