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| - "Falamar." There was nothing but darkness. "Falamar." I twisted in my dreams. I still imagined the tentacle around my leg through the veil of fear and emptiness. I drifted toward eternal sleep, but something wouldn't let me go. "Falamar." I opened my eyes and there was water all around, a world without earth or sky. I floated weightless in the current, forever falling in the sea's caress. There was another above me, a woman, but as inhuman as she was beautiful. She was as the tide, powerful but yielding. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Condatis, the archangel of Danalin, God of the Sea."
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| - "Falamar." There was nothing but darkness. "Falamar." I twisted in my dreams. I still imagined the tentacle around my leg through the veil of fear and emptiness. I drifted toward eternal sleep, but something wouldn't let me go. "Falamar." I opened my eyes and there was water all around, a world without earth or sky. I floated weightless in the current, forever falling in the sea's caress. There was another above me, a woman, but as inhuman as she was beautiful. She was as the tide, powerful but yielding. "Who are you?" I asked. "I am Condatis, the archangel of Danalin, God of the Sea." Afraid, I tried to swim away from her. I wasn't religious but I had seen enough temples and asylums of those that worshipped Danalin to suspect that this wasn't the afterlife I intended. Even if it did feature floating billowy maidens. "Danalin? As in the overlords? Is this the heaven for cultists and zealots?" She looked hurt. There was pain in her eyes, and love. I regretted my words. "No." she replied. "Oh... are you my reward?" "No!" she said, this time there was anger in her eyes. I seemed to be getting this all wrong so I just floated silently and let her speak. "I led you to Keelyn so that she would take you to her father, but Hastur predicts my actions. An achmage, Tebryn Arbandi, means to destroy creation. Go to the Momus, convince him to supply you with a fleet then sail through the Arduro Straight to the Dead Lands. Defeat Tebryn so I have time to defeat Hastur." "You sure you don't want Capria, or that guy that killed Mulcarn? I'm more of a steal-the-kings's-galleon kind of hero." She smiled, "My young prince, we must all make do with what we have." The water rippled and her face replaced with the bearded face of Amergin. He was pulling me up on the beach. "Falamar, are you okay?" "I'm okay," I stammered through racking coughs, "how are the men?" "Some are fine, others haven't been recovered yet." I understood his meaning and picked myself up. After recovering far too few of my men from the sea we went to meet with Perpentach. He ignored the threat of Tebryn and my pleas for help. But he was holding a competition between warlords, and he promised to supply the navy I required if I won. With few men and no ships, we had little choice but to enter.
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