Welcome to Legends of Aventress.

Welcome to Bilgewater, an unscrupulous port city unlike anywhere else in Roon Terra.

Hidden away in the blue flame aisles, it's as lawless as the sea and the wind that surround it. And that's the way

the sinners and scoundrels that live there like it. It's one hell of a place to make you a fortune.

And it can be made in the blink of an eye just as fast as your ambitions can be ostentatiously

shattered, sending it down the drain into the chum-filled blood harbor,

where a gargantuan Leviathan is being butchered for profit, where pirate crews, docked

gangs and their cutthroat can all congregate and indulge in the base pleasures and vices that one can fathom.

Yes, here in Beeldwaller, if you have coin that one can fathom. Yes, here in Beeldwater, if you have coin,

you can seek it out, whatever your heart desires, and you'll probably find it. But remember,

boys and girls, everything has its price. And here in Bealdwater is where we begin our story.

It's early morning and the murder fog has rolled in thicker than a bowl of oatmeal with an extra help and molasses.

But it's too early for breakfast.

The sun's not even up as seven travelers from all over Roontera make their way through the thoroughfare of the slaughter docks, all independently,

making their way, drawn by their own personal desires, all called by a confounding, yet delightfully

alluring song that will lead them to a chance meeting. A lucky coincidence for Lucky Number

Seven. But no matter how lucky they are,

the odds are always in my favor, and it is my mouth into which all travel ends.

Now sit back, grab yourself a bottle of rapture rum, and let's see how tall this tale gets.

Champions, you walk through the early morning fog of Bill's water,

as you pass over Billward Walk and dredge through Quagmire,

called forward by a song.

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