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(Over The Moonless Depths Of Seas)

THE LOG OF THE NORTHERN
The great of my ship, Wave-Render cleaves the nighted
waters as we voyage across the dark, icy sea, the unknown...
Above, the brigth winter's moon emerges from a veil of to cast
its lucent rays upon us, and a clinging, sea-mist writhers upon
the midnight waves, by the colol, whispering wind which
catches our great sail, pushing us onwards, onwards... And
beyond the tang of the darkling sea, the of nights is as strong
and heady as summer blossom. I know not what awaits us at the
Isle of Mists... that and mistery-haunted place which beckons me
to its shadowed embrace, in dark legendry and etwined 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...