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My Fleets Will Guide you, and thought storms may blot your horizon like ink, remember the ink that writes the cards is mine, but the hand that is drawn is yours.
There are paintings of it in many of the caves that dot the islands of Nihilo's Tear. Teeth like mountains and hills, people feeling as it plows the earth with its tusks. Behemoth is often rendered in pale chalk and yellow ochre or gold
A ring of reef has wrecked the ships. To the west the sea burns emerald, to the east it is milky and opaque and above you are the mirage-like pinkish glimmers and floating stones that tell you even flying may come at a higher price than you first expected...