Hey everybody, welcome to Legends of Aventriff.

Last we saw our heroes, you were aboard the Cyclops, a salvaged ship heading towards recently intake and wreckage that was promising

to be a very bountiful haul when you were beset upon by pirates, presumably looking for

the lead that you had to where that wreckage would be.

I don't know if I hinted at that or anything, I probably didn't, but that's what happened.

Understood.

And the resulting carnage in battle, blood, people getting flung out into deep space, drew the attention of an astral dreadnought,

very far out of the only place they've ever been known to even be hinted at being,

very unusual to encounter one actually in the normalcy of the astral sea.

But it sieaged your ship.

Your captain, Sid, was able to blast you off the ship in the final moments before he and the Cyclops were consumed.

And you are now floating through space.

This is how you die.

And I'm going to try to like, are we hurtling towards something?

Right now, you feel as though you are just like spinning off into space.

Do I feel like I could pseudopod my friends and allies and try to get everyone gooped

into the same like a little asteroid field of our own making.

Yes.

Stay close to me.

We will be stronger together.

Oh, I have an idea.

We can be our own balloon.

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