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Act 1: The Argosy on the Eldritch Sea |
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The Antediluvian Oracle: |
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And so it was written, that rage would carry him like a howling wind, leaving only frozen corpses, their bones rattling in hollow armour, to tell their tale in his wake. |
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The Black Mariner: |
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Behold, my blackened, grim and gory axe, the searing glow of trenchant steel. |
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I'll notch another widow to my haft, and wreak red vengeance 'cross the waves. |
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Tales of black-sailed argosies, bedevilled by base treachery! |
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The Antediluvian Oracle: |
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His gaze is as fire, his words are as spear-points, his voice is as thunder, his touch as the plague! |
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The Black Mariner: |
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Storm-prow cleaving, dragon rending, nighted deeps far, far below, |
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Hail-scur scouring, sea devouring, sunken realm's ethereal glow. |
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The Antediluvian Oracle: |
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And one night, there came a storm, a storm with searing red winds. |
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Fire and steel rode within it, and vengeance writ in thunder and blood! |
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The Black Mariner: |
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Down sixty fathoms, from stygian coral-clad tombs the pitiless abyssal sea disgorges its shambling mold-mottled dead, dank innards blackly acoil with nests of slithering things! |
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Ghosts aglide upon the eldritch seas, unfathomed voyage to ascendency, |
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Traitorous blood, the surf roils red, churning crimson, thrice-cursed dead. |
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The Antediluvian Oracle: |
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'Tis enough that men might dream of being kings without aspiring to the power of gods. |
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To be continued in "Arcana Antediluvia Act II: The Demon in the Dusklight Crystal" |
