AlexJudge

“This is Captain Galan Oriwynn of the S.S. Grateful. It is the 6th of Highstar in the year 1587, six days after an attack on my dear ship by thugs sent us all tumbling down beneath the clouds and into the barren blanket-wastes.” Galan’s head tipped up towards the sky, taking a quick pause to glance up solemnly at the thick, unending sheet of grey clouds coating it and blocking out so much of the sunlight he had quickly began to miss. He sighed, before giving his head a shake and pulling his portable audio recorder back toward his mouth, where he promptly resumed his murmuring. “I’m running low on supplies - my bag is nearly empty of bread, though I have at least managed to top up my water bottle. I’m still unsure what is edible here… the trees are a strange hue, and the fruits are unrecognisable. I’ve yet to run into any animal I can catch - they all seem faster than they are back home. I--” The creak of the trees caused Galan’s body to stiffen and his eyes darted up toward the thin