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‘Pon one sullen eve within the southern straits of Almaris, a strange and curious storm swept through and across the seas - a herald of profane tidings, emanating a disquieting sort of unease for those caught in its wake; perhaps namely the regions and states making up the Underkingdom, the Druidic Circles of Yore, and the errant principality of Savoyard’s progeny. Blackened clouds roared and thundered o’erhead, the tides lapping furiously at the shores as lightning rent mighty oaks in twain…

 

Even the water seemed darker than usual.

 

Under the cover of this unhallowed tempest, were one to shift their gaze to the fallen privateer’s cove of Freeport, a pair of mighty vessels would be seen to dock in the abandoned expanse; galleons wrought with finery of snaking roots and stygian portents upon their hulls of darkened wood, their sails tattered and well-worn by the ravages of the sea’s beautiful cruelty. These vessels both bore names, signalled plainly upon the placards nailed to the side of their hull;

 

“The Vicar of Yulthar,” accompanied by a sister ship- “The Shepherd’s Promise.” Strangely, these vessels appeared to lack any form of lifeboat or raft - a startling disregard for safety upon the high seas. 

 

Would one pay particular heed to the fallow rocks and plutonian reefs, or the numerous battered and broken hulks that made up the pirate’s haven, they would come to find the crew of the two ships had come to occupy it in force, clearly there to stay; and they would not be leaving any time soon. Upon the lips of the weary sailors, a forlorn hymn might be sung to an unknown rhythm.

 

“A bottomless curse,

A bottomless sea-

Accepting of all that there is and can be…”

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A being, Far below, is startled by such news...

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A knight of azure markings would gather the seven others like him and would prepare for yet another venture towards unknown parties. For it seemed such a visit brought no good tiddings for the Descendants...

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Thales stood on the beach staring out into the ocean, clutched in his hand was a curious engraved device. 

 

A moment passed in silence before the roaring of thunder took hold and the skies turned black as the ocean churned.

 

                                                                         "They have arrived."

 

 

 

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