[Act I: The Argosy On The Eldritch Sea]

[The Antediluvian Oracle:]
And So It Was Written, That Rage Would Carry Him Like A Howling Wind, Leaving Only Frozen Corpses,
Their Bones Rattling In Hollow Armour, To Tell Their Tale In His Wake.

[The Black Mariner:]
Behold, My Blackened, Grim And Gory Axe, The Searing Glow Of Trenchant Steel.
I'll Notch Another Widow To My Haft, And Wreak Red Vengeance 'cross The Waves.
Tales Of Black-sailed Argosies, Bedeviled By Base Treachery!

[The Antediluvian Oracle:]
His Gaze Is As Fire, His Words Are As Spear-points, His Voice Is As Thunder, His Touch As The Plague!

[The Black Mariner:]
Storm-prow Cleaving, Dragon Rending, Nighted Deeps Far, Far Below,
Hail-scur Scouring, Sea Devouring, Sunken Realm's Ethereal Glow.

[The Antediluvian Oracle:]
And One Night, There Came A Storm, A Storm With Searing Red Winds.
Fire And Steel Rode Within It, And Vengeance Writ In Thunder And Blood!

[The Black Mariner:]
Down Sixty Fathoms, From Stygian Coral-clad Tombs, The Pitiless Abyssal Sea Disgorges Its Shambling Mold-mottled Dead,
Dank Innards Blackly Acoil With Nests Of Slithering Things!
Ghosts Aglide Upon The Eldritch Seas, Unfathomed Voyage To Ascendancy,
Traitorous Blood, The Surf Roils Red, Churning Crimson, Thrice-cursed Dead.

[The Antediluvian Oracle:]
'Tis Enough That Men Might Dream Of Being Kings Without Aspiring To The Power Of Gods.

[To Be Continued In "Arcana Antediluvia Act II: The Demon In The Dusklight Crystal."]