The journey began on the coast South of Beachton
You awaken together, as if on cue, to the sound of rolling waves, the smell of salty air and the taste of gritty sand and blood. You are all laying on the beach at the edge of the tide; the water is just barely reaching you. a wall of temperate forest that curves off away from you to the North and East.. You’re soaked and surrounded by pieces of broken wood.
Other than the splintered bits of wood around you there’s no sign of the ship you had all boarded a week earlier. The past night had been the second night of the strongest storm ever experienced by any of the ship’s crew. Walls of water had tried to pull the 100 foot ship under the water as if it had been marked by some angry god, until the ship had literally been pulled apart.
It seems like the quarters you had shared made it away from the ship in nearly one piece, although your other roommate, the fidgety and unpleasant Varris, isn’t anywhere to be seen. A whole corner of the room is planted askew 20 feet up the shore, with what looks like your packs thrown around it. Suspicious.
The air is cool but pleasant and the sky is a clouded gray, though it’s light out. This is a location none of you have ever been to before, and other than the flotsam around you, it seems like no one else has ever been here before either. However, the forest sounds alive and You are alive.