You and your crew started to sail the waters of Emset 10 years or so ago. Planning to end a long lasting war between you and the Thodians. They had been torturing and relentlessly killing your people for far too long.

After the war, as you begin to sail home, you notice a empty ship, and realize that their are sirens nearby. Using your instincts you tell your crew to stuff their ears with beeswax while they tie you to the post of the ship, doing this so you can commune with the siren to get a path home without dying to it’s song.

“And who might you be? Pretty sailor.” She asked, a devilish smile hidden behind her mermaid like disguise.