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[Video clicks on overlooking the deck, and slowly, the camera turrrrrns around, giving you a lovely look at the rust, and the decay, stopping only when it catches the distant fleeting glance of something moving in the distance, then vanishing. When a hissing, dragon-y voice begins to speak, it doesn't sound even remotely afraid. If anything, in fact? Shendu sounds mildly amused by your suffering.]
This vessel is beset by the stench of death. Explain it as you will: a change of seasons, a haunting, a rift between world which strange faceless things reach through; beneath all of your reason and desperation, in the pit of your stomach, you know what this is.
Rejoice, inmates! This is the coming of your vengeance! And mourne, all who sought salvation, for your hopes grow weaker with every dawn!
[He pauses then, and when he speaks again, there is a certain reverence in his dragony tones:]
To some, being here for this would be considered a privilege. It is a great and terrible thing, to watch the death of a God, and to see his kingdom crumble in his absence!
This vessel is beset by the stench of death. Explain it as you will: a change of seasons, a haunting, a rift between world which strange faceless things reach through; beneath all of your reason and desperation, in the pit of your stomach, you know what this is.
Rejoice, inmates! This is the coming of your vengeance! And mourne, all who sought salvation, for your hopes grow weaker with every dawn!
[He pauses then, and when he speaks again, there is a certain reverence in his dragony tones:]
To some, being here for this would be considered a privilege. It is a great and terrible thing, to watch the death of a God, and to see his kingdom crumble in his absence!