>SELECTED: A single tarnished piece of metal dangles from the ceiling in front of you, rusted beyond recognition. 13 stones show the way ahead, each one marked with a sail painted as black as night. [Ocean Bounty] https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OBN56wL35IQ&ab_channel=ASN The first black sail is picture perfect, as fine a depiction of the terrible omen as done by any artist you might find in the places of culture at Court. A particularly morbid one, perhaps, and struggling to work with the raw materials to hand but talented nonetheless. You can even make out the ‘crew’, shaded figures standing silently at the edge of the ship’s railing and staring straight at you.
Sink.The second depiction on the standing stone is somewhat cruder, or at least more abstract. The sail in this now does resemble a fin, gossamer filaments of night spreading out like the sea monsters Sir von Rhum described. Even beneath your growing dread, the inconsistency from the depiction on the last stone niggles at you. All sorts of rumours abound as to the nature of the Black Sails, from haunted undead crews to a monster of flesh and blood but incompressible size. Certainly they cannot both be true, such an answer makes no sense.
Sink. Deep.With start you realise that the depictions of these Black Sails are getting gradually poorer in quality, as if their completion was rushed at the time of creation or selectively vandalised at a later date. The second to last pylon is the messiest yet, but you can make out what appears to be dark hooded figures leaving their smaller black sails to crowd around the central giant sail. As if to attack it. Or in worship.
The ‘sail’ on this last obelisk is little more than a daubed streak of pitch hurriedly smeared across the rockface. The stone is cracked, riven straight down the middle as if it were split by a giant.
Sink. Deep. Into. [1/3]
