It was the undying lord Luthor Harkon that laid claim to a stretch of Lustria’s east coast. Dread prows pierce the gloom ahead, and the ghastly truth is laid bare: upon the ghoul-winds come the swollen hulks and decaying vessels of the Vampire Coast! Run now – run hard and fast. The sound multiplies, and with it, the groan of a thousand breathless voices, joined in something part-shanty, part-dirge. The jungle sounds behind you fade, and in their place comes a wet thudding, as of rotten rigging against a mouldy mast. ![]() As you stand on the dock and peer seawards through the gathering mists, strain your ears.
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