On a ship bound for the holyland to assist our brothers there, our small commandry found ourselves adrift in a calm sea with no wind. We prayed to almighty God to deliver us from thirst and starvation and he gave us a storm of lightning and wind. We heard the screams of the damned in the winds and our very ears bled from the pitch of their yells! Presently it was done We found ourself in strange waters adrift. Our sails were in tatters and weak from thirst and starvation, we could barely move our great vessal with the oars.. The wreckage of other ships was seen around us and we found survivors, some in strange clothing, which we pulled aboard. Some claimed and could prove by letters of strange monarchs the title of knight, sometimes attached to something called "Privateer" whatever that is... Anyway we managed to find enough canvas amongst the flotsum to repair and replace our sail and we were presently underway.
We followed a current that eventurally brought us into a strange port in a land called "Gondor" there we found safe harbor amongst the valient warriors of Gondor. Now we find ourselves on our own Crusade, to bring the word of God to the lands of this Middle Earth. We find ourselves in strange company and have gained converts from such people as the survivors we picked up at sea to Elves and Dwarves! So come join us as we help defend Middle Earth from the dark Lord...
And may God have Mercy on our Souls!
The Storm
