Sunken Wealth

"D'you think we can even reach her? She's tucked pretty snuggly into them rocks...uncomfortably close, looks like. You know Old Mort didn't come back from this, right? What? No, I'm not losing my nerve! Just cautious is all. Give me my knife...I'm going in. 

Losing my nerve, he says. Bah!"

Summary

There lies a grand ship in a watery grave north of the steep cliffs of the Fringe. Lamentation, she is called. Many rumors float around the gutter districts of Cahl Torrel, uttered with urgency and fascination at the thought of what could be within her hold. Could it be gold? Gems? A crate of old Evarran whiskey, strong enough to burn the spirit as well as the throat? 

Many have gone swimming to her remains. Some joined her in the sea's icy embrace after being dashed upon the rocks, others come back with naught but sodden clothes and broken resolve. 

Whatever's out there, regardless of material worth, may be worth the journey just to say you've triumphed where so many have failed.

Date of First Recording

Year 536