“Once man felt he was tasked with exploring, and conquering the world. What would men do had our world changed before our eyes. Our task lies before us. A world opened up through accident, intent and powers beyond our understanding.”
What appears in dreams, myth, and legend begins bending our lives to flow not in the path we’ve known but the possibility of a world beyond the history we know. To seek lands with rich promise and dire threat.
Follow the path taken by Sir William Conway, rogue dreamer, master seaman,and passionate leader of men. He chased an object of power dismissed by many. The Golden Nautilus, he called it.
Sir Conway crossed oceans and lands unlauded, past the fall of his friends and crewmen, swimming free from the wreckage of ships unnamed, and standing in the face of his naysayers till the prize he sought was in hand.
See the result of his faithful pursuit. See what worlds are now open to you. The fleets have come together. The powerful and the wealthy stand beside the brave and the desperate.
Strap yourselves to the mast and face the unkind hands of the maelstrom. Step beyond the shimmering gates and brace yourselves. Storms will rage and strange beasts will watch you pass or hunt you as prey.
Join with men and women from across the known world.the might of the British empire, the endurance of colonials, the siren song of the spanish conquistadors, or perhaps you will step aside and not be the prey. Perhaps you will stride free of these law bound explorers.
Free yourself of kings, and lords, dive in seas clear and rich with life. Master of yourself, racing across isles and waves untouched by men’s whip. Are you brave enough?
A world full of riches for the taking. If you’ve the strength to tear it from these savage lands. Carry your wisdom with you that the tearing done is from these new lands, not taken by men who dismiss the drudgery of labor to take by force .The great Armada of Nations calls you, challenges you.
Read the tales of men, and women, gone before to make a place after losing all to the rising tide of Sir Conway’s touch upon the Golden Nautilus. Perhaps he resides still on some hidden isle, walks the beaches of this brutally beautiful paradise.
The Alliance of Nobility
Come to Port Royal and meet the brave survivors. Learn at their feet or travel to Nassau and perhaps free yourself of the laws of that hunted your head.. Sail beneath a jolly roger and reap the rewards of that cursed image. Be they riches or death.
A warning brave soul. Beware the ships that sail where winds do not blow. That emanate death, disease and evil that frighten devils into silence.
Perhaps these ships are the damned who failed to survive the maelstrom. Perhaps they are the voyagers cursed as the Golden Nautilus awoke in Sir Conway’s hands and tore a gate from our world into this new one. Their origin is unknown, but the wreckage of their passage among the sails of the Alliance of Nations is well documented.
Hear my words and beware for these waters though fair emerald waves may dance harbor beneath them fearsome beasts most foul. Many a ships proud masts are found the strong oaken beams of hull and seam scored by tooth marks.
Rush forth mighty and brave to explore the lands opened to us by magics greater than our nations have ever known. Leave now kings, queens, and bright lords to carve from these isles your fortune.