However, now that the vortex of Ulthuan weakens, the captains search for more than mere treasure. These tyrants ply the seas seeking plunder of blood and gold.
there are other pirate lords who command dreadfleets of their own, packed to the gunwales with crews press-ganged into eternal service. But the insane Arch-Commodore Harkon is not the only unliving admiral who takes to the seas with pistol-armed crews of zombies, vampiric depth guard, syreens and mournguls. Ever since, it has been a domain where the dead stir, leading expeditions into the jungle interior or setting sail across the Great Ocean to commit wanton acts of piracy. West of the delta lies the ruins of the City of Axlotl, empty and despoiled by Luthor Harkon's undead hordes. At the southern end of the Coast, east of the delta of the River Lambada, one finds the Volcanic Islands. Near the shoreline, the reawakened City of Huatl of the Lizardmen dominates the treeline while Tlax, the City of Ghosts, remains shrouded within the jungle. To the north, a jungle-filled peninsula separates the Vampire Coast from the Tarantula Coast. Bordered to the east by the Great Ocean (also known as the "World Pond") and to the west by the steaming jungle, the Vampire Coast remains fairly wild. It was the undying lord Luthor Harkon that laid claim to a stretch of Lustria's east coast. Dread prows pierce the gloom ahead, and the ghastly truth is laid bare: upon the ghoul-winds come the swollen hulks and decaying vessels of the Vampire Coast! Run now - run hard and fast. The sound multiplies, and with it, the groan of a thousand breathless voices, joined in something part-shanty, part-dirge. The jungle sounds behind you fade, and in their place comes a wet thudding, as of rotten rigging against a mouldy mast. As you stand on the dock and peer seawards through the gathering mists, strain your ears. All HAIIIILLL the Mighty! He's a-risin' from the deep
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