A Sudden Change

Wisps of fog come creeping in, slowly at first. Then the clouds, dark and stormy, come to steal away the distant light of the Sundered Sun. Your course kept you close to shore, for safety and for convenience, but the former is an illusion. Murderous mists tear into earthen flesh and rip the writhing land to shreds. Only the railroad, the Empire’s iron bones, remains unscathed, taming yet the seditious earth underneath.

The Captain, driven to a desperate frenzy, commands the navigation, running from the Mirror Map on her desk to the rudder and back. Everything else then is your purview. Crew and cargo, waves and storm. The dying flicker of the windswept lanterns and the desperate wails of the fevered engine.