Wandering Damnation

"Aye... Tat' ship... Won't catch me eva' boardin' it... Alone... Wit' a crew... Fel! Won't even go on it wit' me' fleet! Tat' vessel... Ehh... Gets' me' blood icin' ova'... Hairs standin' on end. Aye'... Jest' creeps me out... Jest' a lil'."

-Dreadmane Vi-

Many years ago, the ship was like any other ship of human craft. The crew itself was a mix of races, commended with a strong captain. The first mate of the ship was a young elven woman who knew when to stop and when to hold the reins when something could go wrong, a tactician of naval skill. During one of the many campaigns across the seas, the first captain, Marcus Whitestar, began to grow... darker... The husband of the first mate Ano'rel Sunfrost-Whitestar called him to question, and with her time away from him became the darker days for the crew and ship. One fateful day, the first mate and wife of the captain died, and the very captain was falling into a darkness caused by the very grief of his lost one, and such grief sent him spiraling, fueling an insanity, Invoking old, ancient beings to aid him in saving his wife... All to inevitably damn his crew and ship in return.

A sickness fell, his crew member began to die off from such a blight... All to be reborn once more. The cosmetics of the ship began to deteriorate, withering in crumbling, darkened decay. The very ship became cursed, all to the captain's folly and foolish actions. A brief and restless mutiny ensued shortwhile after their undying, cursed demise, and the captain was forcefully removed from the ship. The ship afterwards disappeared with very little trace, was never heard of.

Until now.

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