games
: Pirates CSG
: Pirates of the Cursed Seas: Rise of the Fiends
Jules Arnaud:
“A fine report, Jules,” said Mellisar as he poured glasses of brandy. “With the seal of the Royale, the court will no longer be able to dismiss them as ‘ghost stories.’ ” Arnaud nodded absently and rubbed the scarred flesh hidden beneath the frilled cuff of his shirt. Every word in the report was true, even the parts he wished he could forget.
He heard the voices of the sea outside the open window, whispers among the waves. During midnight storms, they howled so loudly that he was no longer able to tell the difference between his troubled sleep and his waking nightmare.
On his journeys from island to island he heard hungry chants from the depths. Worse, when he didn’t hold himself to the strictest of disciplines, he found himself chanting along, in the tongue the Hag had forced into his mind.
Arnaud had to report what he could to the Crown, for as long as he could. Soon, he feared, the Hag would be calling not to the fiends . . . but for him.
