As you lay in the muck, you are approached by a band of fierce-looking men clad in armoured plates armed with pikes and curved swords. Standing behind them is a majestic creature, donned in jewels beyond your wildest dreams An outsider…? These razor shores are not for the faint of heart. This is an act of the Gods. Her eyes are cold, but her voice is like a siren song, drawing you in while filling you with a strange sense of unease And why, pray tell, would they bring you to me?
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25/05/2025