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"It is said that, opposite to the southernmost shoreline, a blight has overtaken the isles."
"And within, a restless thirst now lays imprinted in the air."
"No man, beast nor geist has fled its maw."
"For all they know now is fury."
Public Moxtli & Siren Event: Word reaches tribesmen and deep company folks alike of the starved, restless spirits and creatures that dwell at the mist shrouded enclave down south. Can they quell their anger? Or will they merely manage to satiate their thirst?