Within the bowels of deepest dark, most distant a whisper tells of a dark place built solely in the grim glorification of most egregious a goddess.
Well so it was, but the wind it seems has carried the whisper wider, and some salty sea-dogs do now swear of fell foes atop vicious vessels, which drag their hauls to dankest depths, the same very bowels, known by name to only a few, and oft uttered in a whisper.
Venjah'Goh-Raz
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