Hello World!
Imbolc † Age of Wolf
The sea erupted around him into what all eyes would later swear to be a Prismatic Spray on impact. Though impressive, it caused not a whit of injury.
Down he went into the cold Agglehorn Sea, into the near dark, until he came to a calm stop. The dim submerged light revealed figures, astrode enormous sharks, exiting the area into the darkness below. Drifting back to the surface, he saw, in his watery vision, an approaching boat. It’s nearby bulk, a relief.
"Where do you hail?" said a strange voice, after hauling him from the drink, in a language both foreign and familiar. A language heard now among the entire crew, which seemed to be commonly understood by him and the others. Another sailor, near this interlocutor, nodded to the sky.
“Aah. Welcome, friend. What's your name?”
“Lester. Lester Haskell.”