Tales from the Treetops: a Wildsea Zine

Darkness. The sound of roiling roots. Ship derelict, the bite long since torn away by the forces of the lignin tides. What could be worth delving this far into the sink? That Chart had better be right - you paid a hefty price in more ways than one to get here. Eeeee-CLUNK. The crezzer-seal to the cabin falls away. Is that... It is! That roughly bound tome on the ironwood desk. It's what you came …