So far you haven’t found much – a few crates of dried food, now as sodden as your boots, and a cask of fine wine meant for some high table, judging from it’s seal. Food is the last thing on your minds, however. There has been no sign of your other companions – no sign of anyone for that matter – just endless, desolate beach.
Yet you refuse to give up. Rummaging through yet more wreckage, Duragilis uncovers a clue – bite marks and a trace of acid on a broken plank. Something was here. Naali and Drudge pick up tracks leading into the jungle. Elrick decides to stay behind and set up camp while the rest of you, though exhausted, trudge on desperately.
Before long you come upon a river that runs roughly over rapids before emptying into the sea. Above its din, Naali picks out a sound towards the shore. “Someone is out there.” She perks up, “They are in trouble!” Fane draws his sword in a rush, “To arms!”
As you draw your weapons, you see the shapes of massive creatures moving toward you through the trees…