The night grows late. Lanterns sway with the rhythm of the sea, painting the walls in gold and shadow.

A clock strikes a full hour. Each beat resonates in the quiet room, rising over the wail of wind and storm outside. Whispers flutter among those gathered - the ship's passengers and crew, sitting huddled in the dark. They turn eager faces to the center of the room. There sit cloaked figures - men and women whose words shape worlds into existence.

The Storytellers:

Nov. 1 🎃 Pixee_Styx

Nov. 2 🎃 stpolishook

Nov. 3 🎃 no_kidding

Nov. 4 🎃 MayTijssen

Nov. 5 🎃 LeighWStuart

Nov. 6 🎃 arveliot

Nov. 7 🎃 Red_Harvey

Nov.  8 🎃 Shimaira

Nov. 9 🎃 OmaimaAkbar

Nov. 10 🎃 DracoNako

Nov. 11 🎃 elfordalley

Nov. 12 🎃 JasperRuby

Nov. 13 🎃 vkbloodgood

Nov. 14 🎃 TLBodine

Nov. 15 🎃 IanRCooper

Nov. 16 🎃 BelitAm

Nov. 17 🎃 oceanslostinstars

Nov. 18 🎃 renesmeewolfe

Nov. 19 🎃 AdelynAnn

Nov. 20 🎃 poznati

Nov. 21 🎃 zaarsenist

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Each will share a single story - one for each night the ship wanders along a black moon sea.

Will you join us, and hear their tales?