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March 16th 1681 – The King and Queen Receive Word Of Threat
Luxury wrapped the Munich apartment like a silken cloak, its folds draped in the opulence of old wealth and the quiet power of hidden knowledge.
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March 30th 1681 – A Not so fond, fan fair, farewell
Amsterdam awoke to the clatter of commerce and the salty tang of ambition that filled its streets. Ships rose and fell on the swell of
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March 31st 1681, near midnight – The Witches Escape
In the midst of the shipyard’s nocturnal symphony, Mr. Grace stood cloaked in the shroud of night, his senses sharpened to the whispers of movement
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April 1st 1681 – The King is Dead, Long Live The King
From the depths of the Amsterdam shipyard, chaos unfurled like a tempestuous sea, its waves crashing against the order of the night. As King Wolfgang
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April 12 1681 – On Board the Libertine, Late Afternoon
The Libertine, a majestic vessel, cut through the azure expanse of the Atlantic, leaving a frothy trail in its wake. A couple of weeks into
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12th April 1681 – 10 pm – Fur and Fang vs Scale and Slime
The Libertine sliced through the night waters, her sails swollen with a benevolent wind that whispered promises of a calm journey ahead. At the helm,
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13th April 1681 – A Tale of Krakens and Crowns
Jean-Luc Moreau’s gaze was an anchor, tethered to the turbulent sea where Mihai had vanished. The crew’s cries pierced the night, a cacophony of fear
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22nd August 1681 – The Sea Of New Spain.
Jean-Luc Moreau stood at the edge of the deck, his face shadowed by the early morning light. The crew gathered in silence, their expressions somber
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August 22nd – Nightfall on the banks of the New World.
Jean-Luc Moreau watched as his passengers explored the banks of their newfound world, each person engaged in their own discovery. The air was filled with