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!ozOtJW9BFA 10/12/09(Mon)00:29 No.6235516 File1255321778.jpg-(66 KB, 1066x777, Evil_Map.jpg)
After the 3rd day of traveling south through the ice fields plaguing the northern seas the obstacles of the north have begun to dissipate. Only an occasional iceberg accompanies you on your southbound journey. The ship was originally christened the Deloxen, a mythical bull from the time of pagan worship thousands of years ago. Deloxen was a gift from the fertility goddess to the mortals. It was a giant bull that pushed the cold northern winds back to their place for spring and summer so that crops could grow. A fitting name, but perhaps you may wish to rename it?
On the 4th day you awaken from your slumber in the captian’s quarters. Still sleeping beside you is the girl Catharine. You had enjoyed her comforts in the artic sea air. Her nun’s clothing was not befitting of her natural beauty, surely a treasure money seldom can acquire. For starting a new evil dynasty however, the vile Valtir once again presents himself. Gleaning from Valtir holy texts in the previous captain’s possession you came across a disturbing passage.
“When holy Valtir struck down the King of Evil so too did he bless the world ever after. With chains that bound him to the earth coiled round his sword and with the holy radiance of every living the king did die, but Valtir did not die that day. High in the sky hangs his immortal soul, and along with it his curse to all with tainted soul. And so too did his voice ring throughout the world one last time, “All evil of this world I curse you that you may never spread over the surface, its seas, and within the caverns of the earth. May all your spawn never be, and may you spend your last era to repent your sins and save your souls least you fade away from the new era.”
Now it’s personal. |