Eledryll - Reekwater Hamlet

The stormy sky finally clears for a brief moment over the bay of sickening reputation. The rotten wood of the docks creak with a sinister moan under your boots. Behind the damp, mold-covered windows, you can still feel the gaze of the locals behind your back. That trip was a mistake. The voice of reason screams in the back of your brain to turn back, to take the road home, but alas for now you ignore it. The only way you are going is forward. Forward onto the rickety ship that can barely hold its hull. Forward on these dark waves, hiding unspeakable horrors under their pelagic mantle.