Act I: The Argosy on the Eldritch Sea

The Antediluvian Oracle:
And so it was written, that rage would carry him
like a howling wind, leaving only frozen corpses,
Their bones rattling in hollow armour, to tell
their tale in his wake.

The Black Mariner:
Behold, my blackened, grim and gory axe, the
searing glow of trenchant steel. I'll notch
another widow to my haft, and wreak red vengeance
'cross the waves. Tales of black-sailed argosies,
bedeviled by base treachery!

The Antediluvian Oracle:
His gaze is as fire, his words are as
spear-points, his voice is as thunder, his touch
as the plague!

The Black Mariner:
Storm-prow cleaving, dragon rending, nighted deeps
far, far below, Hail-scur scouring, sea devouring,
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The Antediluvian Oracle:
And one night, there came a storm, a storm with
searing red winds. Fire and steel rode within it,
and vengeance writ in thunder and blood!

The Black Mariner:
Down sixty fathoms, from stygian coral-clad tombs,
the pitiless abyssal sea disgorges its shambling
mold-mottled dead, Dank innards blackly acoil with
nests of slithering things! Ghosts aglide upon the
eldritch seas, unfathomed voyage to ascendancy,
Traitorous blood, the surf roils red, churning
crimson, thrice-cursed dead.

The Antediluvian Oracle:
'Tis enough that men might dream of being kings
without aspiring to the power of gods.

To be continued in "Arcana Antediluvia Act
II: The Demon in the Dusklight Crystal."