The exploratory sailing ship ‘The Broken Shackle’, was long ago impaled by a wicked spire of a twisting basalt vent, and left to rot- or not- without a single casualty. The heroic efforts of the nameless captain, leading a crew of the first Azyrite re-settlers in Ghur during the early Age of Sigmar, kept all those aboard alive, but all their charting and discoveries left behind. Their exploration of Rondhol was cut short, and they brought home only sailors’ tales and myths of what they saw, the rivers and landmarks and fauna, forming the backbone of oral history that has since developed in the retaking of Rondhol. The name of this vessel is well known among the Dawners of Ghur, and its rediscovery is of great historic importance.
The ship still stands, its insignia still recognizable in the distance, surprisingly well preserved atop the rock spire, save the structural damage and the fauna weaving the hull to the gleaming black rock of the chimney. Whatever mundane treasures or information it’s crew found during those first voyages might still be there, trapped well before the Furyoth Dell rose from the depths of Rondhol. Now it juts even further into the clouds. There is still something magnificent about such a storied ship, hundreds of feet in the air. What’s in there? Is that a wisp of smoke? A flicker of light? Someone might be home.
