Reddrik Blackthorn's Curse

My mother told me someday I would buy. Galley with good

oars, sail to distant shores. Stand up on the prow,

noble barque I stead, steady course to the haven, hew many for

men. My mother told me, Reddrik Blackthorn died. There he stands

before me, sorrow brand demise. Crows gather round me, blotting out the

sky. Reddrik Blackthorn's curses, real I can't deny. .

Ancient ones they told him, make them hear our cry.

Blackthorns punish his seed, unworthy agony apply. Agony