The beast keeps its distance beyond the broken markings, steam rolling from its muzzle as the longship pitches. The ancient symbols remain dim beneath rainwater.
The barbarian chieftain crouches beside the fractured circle, tracing a dry groove with one scarred finger while merchants watch from behind overturned crates.
the barbarian chieftain
I withheld the rest because frightened ears turn truth into panic. These circles were made for sacrifices, not protection.
A low tremor passes through the deck. The beast flinches, antlers lowering, while the merchants exchange fearful glances and edge farther from the marks.
the barbarian chieftain
The condemned were judged here, then given to what sleeps beneath the ship. The warding song merely guides living offerings into its reach.
the merchants
No! The thing beneath is a sailor’s tale. Do not wake it, chieftain. Do not speak its hunger into being!
the barbarian chieftain
It is no tale. I heard it breathe below these boards, before the beast came. If the circle glows again, it will know we are here.
✓ Quest Accepted
Learn the chieftain's reason for bringing danger to the circle
✓ Quest Accepted
Prevent the thing beneath the ship from awakening