Captain's Log: Calibration, Day 1.

Bearing: 2238 n.m. East of Abalon

It appeared from nowhere. A massive island, by our calculations to be approximately 700 miles across, has appeared from seemingly nowhere. We are at present, approximately 624 miles from the shore of this island, but we are in no condition to go out of our way to investigate it. My ship is just a trade cog, manned by only 30 crew. When we reach Abalon, we will tell the House of our findings, though we are certain that they will already know. Based on its height and location, Everyone in the West, as well as those living on the coasts of both the western South and the Isle will already know it is there.

What is odd is that it has not affected the currents of the Ocean around it. We know this, because we are using the Merchant's Way to pull us along faster than we could sail with a favorable wind.

-Log entry from Captain Alyn Sandbar, Captain, G.S. Silver Silk.


By the End of Calibration, the word on everyone's lips was the new island. Theories abounded on where it came from, each as likely as the last. Fairies, gods, demon magic. Even a few whispers about it being a new war machine devised and built from the Shadowlands.

By the time you reach port in Abalon, the initial panic has more or less subsided, though there is still some tension that this is prelude to some attack. Oddities aside, the harbormaster comes out to greet you as you debark your ship.

"Welcome ashore. Abalon awaits. Just sign your ship to the register, and pay the dock fee. Coral or Jade is acceptable, and silver is welcome as well."