Three meters below the surface of the waves the severed head of a beautiful, blue-skinned woman drifted, a cruel grimace on its lips, eyes staring into the sea, planning... what?
And in a cunningly hidden room in the hold of the Crimson Corsairs' ship where an empty coffin sat in the middle of a magic circle, the stink of sulphur and three bodies which still twitched bore witness to evil sorcery.
whoah!
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