Skyship of the Forgotten Isles

The wind howls through the sails, carrying the scent of salt, storm, and something older—something forgotten.

You stand aboard the Stormrider, a skyship soaring through the Forgotten Isles, where floating islands drift like lost memories. Some are lush jungles hiding ruins untouched by time. Others are jagged shards of rock and metal, remnants of an ancient war that shattered the sky itself. And then there are the ones no one speaks of—shrouded in mist, whispering with voices that do not belong to the living.

The crew around you is a motley collection of adventurers, mercenaries, and skyfarers, each with their own reasons for braving these treacherous skies. Some seek riches in the ruins of lost civilizations. Others chase the myth of the Skyheart, a legendary island said to hold the key to controlling the storms. And then there are those, like you, who have felt the pull of something deeper—an unease that lingers in the air, as if the isles themselves are waiting. Watching.

The captain grips the wheel, eyes locked on the horizon where a storm brews unnaturally fast. Lightning crackles in strange colors, twisting through the clouds like living things. The compass spins wildly, unable to find true north.

"Another island ahead!" calls the lookout.

Through the mist, a silhouette emerges—a floating ruin of a city, its towers crumbling but still standing. The runes along its walls pulse faintly, as if waking from a long slumber.

Then, beneath the howling wind, you hear it. A low hum. A voice? A warning?

The storm closes in. The ship creaks under the weight of the unknown. Whatever lies ahead, one thing is certain:

There is no turning back.

Your journey starts here.