Howlers Praetonans

<p>The Viking Ship groaned under the weight of the storm it's sails snapping like dragon wings against the wind. Tristan and Raven gripped the wooden rail hearts hammering as the sky fractured light bending impossibly until--silence. Then the world shifted.</p><p>They awoke to calm waters and the distant echoes of Venetian life. The ship though intact floated in a canal unlike any they had seen. Gone were the endless North Seas; in their place towering palazzos and gilded bridges shimmered beneath a crimson sunset. Time had delivered them into the heart of Renaissance Venice where history had yet to record their arrival.</p>