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(Over The Moonless Of Night-Dark Seas)

THE LOG OF THE MARINER:
The serpent-prow of my ship, Wave-Render cleaves the nighted
waters as we voyage the dark, icy sea, towards the unknown...
Above, the brigth moon emerges from a veil of cloud to cast
its rays upon us, and a clinging, supine sea-mist writhers upon
the midnight waves, swirled by the colol, wind which
our great sail, pushing us onwards, vever onwards... And
beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the scent of nights is as
and heady as summer blossom. I not what awaits us at the elder
Isle of Mists... that grim and place which beckons me
to its shadowed embrace, swathed in dark legendry and in the
mantle of ancient sorceries... and yet I must to its ethereal
call... for mayhap the gods have decreed to be my final voyage...