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Beneath a clear blue sky, a single ship cut gracefully across the sea. It was the Osprey's Roar, en route to Dragon Isle. Outwardly, the ship looked just as it had when it departed from Port Terrister, but the composition of its passengers had changed significantly. Now, its decks were filled with rugged-looking pirates lounging about in comfort.
"I was wondering how we’d get back after the ship broke…"
"Good thing we found a way."
"Must be Lady Serakal’s blessing, wouldn’t you say?"
"Think there’s any rum left on this ship?"
Not only had they climbed aboard the vessel they’d once tried to plunder, they were now shamelessly asking for booze.
The crew cast wary glances at them and whispered to the captain, "Captain… how did things end up like this?"
The captain had the look of a man who had achieved enlightenment. He gripped the wheel in silence, steering the ship with a vacant stare. "I don’t know anymore. I don’t know anything at all…"
Meanwhile, Karnak and the others were asking the pirates about something that had been bothering them. "What exactly did you mean earlier by righteous necromancy?"
The Cult of the Black God taught that necromancy was a sacred rite of the death god Tesranach. The Church of Twilight, however, did not. According to the doctrine Maloka had compiled, necromancy was considered a necessary evil.
So where the hell did they...
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