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Ashala Neritha By: valadaar

Standing at the prow of the ship, Ashala rejoiced at the strong winds catching her midnight-black hair - flapping it like a pennant. The dark clouds ahead would have filled other seafarers with dread. Not Ashala. The dark clouds and wicked winds were an invitation, a challenge.

'Steady as she goes!' she shouted over her shoulder to the shipmaster, 'To the Eye!'

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