[The overturned and partially-shattered canoe still bobs with the angry waves of the ocean whenever Void Archive chooses to break the surface.
Someone waits for them, out on the distant lily pads that surround the secluded village. Shadowed still, not as tall as the fighters had been, but not quite as short as the others, colored in blue.
They do not seem deterred by the storm. But they are watching, lifting a staff in the shape of a trident the color of ivory and bone, as though to signal them.]
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Someone waits for them, out on the distant lily pads that surround the secluded village. Shadowed still, not as tall as the fighters had been, but not quite as short as the others, colored in blue.
They do not seem deterred by the storm. But they are watching, lifting a staff in the shape of a trident the color of ivory and bone, as though to signal them.]