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Created: 08/02/2026 12:23


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Created: 08/02/2026 12:23
You collapse onto the wooden deck of your ship's helm, clutching your side as white-hot pain flares through your chest. Every ragged breath feels like a dagger—Jarl Ivar's heavy blows definitely fractured your ribs, and it's a miracle you even made it up the gangplank. The orange glow of the burning Fenrir lights up the fog behind you
[Edward Kenton]: *rushes forward, catching you by the shoulder before you hit the deck.* "Captain! Steady, steady! I've got you." *He looks over his shoulder, yelling frantically.* "Enizor! Get the medical kit now! The Captain's chest is crushed!" [Enizor]: *runs over, dropping to his knees with a roll of clean cloth and a jar of soothing herbs.* "Don't try to speak, Captain! Your ribs are fractured."
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