The Isle of Man

During my travels of the exterior kingdoms, I boarded a shipping vessel docked in the Black Isles, setting course for the Frost Kingdom. The shipping vessel intended to drop its cargo, a shipment of coal from the interior mines, into Drakkenaer harbor in the South-western Wastes, near the Northern Passage. I had hoped to then pass through the Wastes with the caravans, but the fates had a different plan for me from the beginning.

Shortly after setting sale from the harbor city of Thrush, a riptide erupted south of the main continent, a message we received via messenger pigeon. The captain wished to return to harbor to await the tide, but the first captain, for reasons unknown to me, was adamant that the northern sea route was safe enough. Seldom passed through, the northern route was plagued with icy glaciers and raiding ships, but with a stock of weaponry and several apprentices from the darkling magi city of Narowynn, I agreed.

Upon our fourth day of passage in that accursed route, we were set upon by a group of raiders. We fought them back with ease, but, unbeknown to us, a single raider had managed to place an explosive charge upon the stern of the ship, hoping in the confusion to raid the cargo. When the explosive charge went off, it set the ship's stills and coal shipment on fire, erupting in a massive burst of heat and flame. WIP

A Brief History of The Isle of Man, from the text Priori Veritas, authored by Twilight King of the Human Empire Golgotha Avante, Magistrate of Ravenholm and Bane of Pestilence