Here be the worlds that the fateful ship The Seahaven has visited. They may not have stayed long in these places, but they usually have quite the impact.
“Captain! Storm on the horizon!” The lookout called Seltemver smiled as the seas breeze blew his short white hair. It always happened like this; just the time it took was different. “Well Amonar, where do you think we'll end up next?” Amonar never answered the rhetorical question. No one could know. “Great, here we go again,” was the only thing the imp ever said. from Across the Wide Seas