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|Value Feral Crocodile = The crocodile ducks, dodges, and weaves in between your fire – but you manage to give it a few scrapes. Tell the zailors to get the blunderbuss; bring the ship in close. You'll get its skin yet. | |Value Feral Crocodile = The crocodile ducks, dodges, and weaves in between your fire – but you manage to give it a few scrapes. Tell the zailors to get the blunderbuss; bring the ship in close. You'll get its skin yet. | ||
|Value Lorn-Fluke = Squalls of fire-song and furious law lash against your hull, your hearts, your wills. But even as decking combusts, […] as zailors wail and convictions tremble under an onslaught that batters at the very walls of the real, your crew loose their shots. […] | |Value Lorn-Fluke = Squalls of fire-song and furious law lash against your hull, your hearts, your wills. But even as decking combusts, […] as zailors wail and convictions tremble under an onslaught that batters at the very walls of the real, your crew loose their shots. […] | ||
− | |Value Midnight Whale = The Midnight Whale brushes off your barrage as a horse might swat a fly. | + | |Value Midnight Whale = The Midnight Whale brushes off your barrage as a horse might swat a fly. (...) Bioluminescent constellations shimmer (...) beneath the whale's translucent (...) skin. (...) Little by little, the whale turns (...). Your pestering has – ever so slightly – changed its course. |
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