The Castle at the End of the World

A world of sea, fortold by prophecy and realized by inactivity, the Castle is the one beacon of solid land for the raft colonies that glide over the endless waves.

Exiled for reasons small and large, our adventurers battered through storm and sea aboard a boat too small for two, never mind four. On their third week at sea, they spot, through the fog and mist of morning, a dull shape on the horizon.

Paddling closer, each begins to make out small details of the shape, a curved arch, pointed roof, and jutting bricks. The man at the bow heard it first, a soft melody, sang from below, faintly audible over the whistle of wind. As they pull up their boat, our adventure begins... Welcome to (Campaign name here)