>TM 4
>LS 2
>PS ON
>PL60
>SM6
>CP ON
>FO OFF
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	You stare across the ocean at the banks of angry clouds 
Š	which are growing larger and darker with every passing 
Š	minute. You sense that within them are tremendous natural 
Š	forces that are building up at a dangerous rate. You feel 
Š	certain that the presence of the Moonstone is partially 
Š	responsible for this, although	these waters are notorious 
Š	for their sudden and violent sea storms. 

	Gradually the temperature drops and the gentle undulation 
Š	of the waves grows fiercer. The wind becomes a gale and 
Š	the azure sky grows darker and darker, until the sun is 
Š	lost from view and the ship is shrouded by a deep grey 
Š	twilight. Soon lightning is the only source of 
Š	illumination. It tears the roiling clouds and transforms 
Š	the sea into an angry beast that lashes and batters the 
Š	ship with a supernatural fury. Then the darkness is 
Š	obliterated by a great curtain of white fire. Tongues of 
Š	flame lance down, boiling the sea where they strike the 
Š	surface and sending up great clouds of steam in their 
Š	wake. Miraculously these terrifying bolts of power miss 
Š	the ship, but soon they are rivalled in their ferocity by 
Š	another terrifying force that is battling to free itself 
Š	from this hellish storm. 
	
	A hundred balls of dancing fire fall from the clouds like 
Š	a shower of blazing meteors. One such meteor strikes the 
Š	helmsman who is struggling with the ship's wheel, and it 
Š	engulfs him. For a few dreadful moments his head and 
Š	chest are contained within a roaring yellow orb, then the 
Š	burning ball is caught by the wind and it spins away into 
Š	the darkness. The crew scream with terror when they look 
Š	upon their comrade, for his upper body has been 
Š	transformed into a blackened and fleshless skull that 
Š	perches precariously upon a hollow, smoking rib-cage.

	Panic grips the Vassagonian sailors. They abandon their 
Š	posts and rush to seek shelter below decks in the crowded 
Š	cargo hold. You are trying to rally them when suddenly a 
Š	ball of flame drops from the raging skies and comes 
Š	hurtling down towards your head.


	If you possess the Grand Master discipline of 
Š	Elementalism, turn to  â197â

	If you do not possess this skill, turn to  â51â