The first of many stories to come featured around my D&D universe. Warning, a lot of this may strike you as odd and disjointed, and that's rather the premise; as you read, you will slowly piece together story to story and pronoun to pronoun, stringing together the connections and worlds until you finally assemble a clear view of what my world looks like. As such, I ask that you please not judge each story individually, but rather measure it by its connections to other stories. This is heavily inspired by the works of Lovecraft, with specific origins in The Dream-Quest of Unknown Kadath and The White Ship (one of my personal favorites). This is set on my Mortal Plane of Fallowmoore, a very British setting, with my narrator, a skeptical nobleman by the name of Edvad. The more pronounced setting is Edvad's personal dormitory, in the rural town of Kingsley-Upon-Lambsbarrow. Needless to say that all of this is my own intellectual property, and the contents within I have been slowly shaping like clay sculpture for nearly six years. I don't like the term OC, but I suppose that's the only well-known term I can apply here. Everything I write on this account that I have not directly labeled as being derived from other media is my own creation, and I should be consulted with beforehand if any of you wish to utilize aforementioned creations.