Pale Tide
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The night grows unnaturally long and ghostly fog envelops our island. Moaning shapes drift through our sightless harbour. When morning finally breaks, the pale tide has carried away...
Pale Tide
The night grows unnaturally long and ghostly fog envelops our island. Moaning shapes drift through our sightless harbour. When morning finally breaks, the pale tide has carried away...
- ... some of our crew, their homes empty without a trace.
- -5 population
-5 Cohesion
- ... some of our spoils, gone with the waves like sunken treasure.
