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+>TM 4\r
+>LS 2\r
+>PS ON\r
+>PL60\r
+>SM6\r
+>CP ON\r
+>FO OFF\r
+>------L-----------------------!---------------------------R\r
+               \ 5ä269\ 5ä      \r
+\r
+       Gradually the temperature drops and the gentle \r\8a       undulation of the waves grows fiercer. The wind \r\8a      becomes a gale and the azure sky grows darker and \r\8a    darker until the sun is lost from view and the ship \r\8a  is shrouded by a deep grey twilight. Now Kol realises \r\8a        that he should have heeded your advice and he \r\8a        commands his anxious crew to run for the coast in the \r\8a        hope of finding a safe haven. Soon lightning is the \r\8a  only source of illumination. It tears the roiling \r\8a    clouds and transforms the sea into an angry beast \r\8a    that lashes and batters the ship with a supernatural \r\8a fury. Then the darkness is obliterated by a great \r\8a    curtain of white fire. Tongues of flame lance down; \r\8a  they boil the sea where they strike the surface and \r\8a  send up great clouds of steam in their wake. \r\8a Miraculously these terrifying bolts of power miss the \r\8a        ship, but soon they are rivalled in their ferocity by \r\8a        another terrifying force that is battling to escape \r\8a  from the hellish skies. \r
+       \r
+       A hundred balls of dancing fire fall from the clouds \r\8a like a shower of blazing meteors. One such meteor \r\8a    strikes the helmsman who is struggling with the \r\8a      ship's wheel, and it engulfs him. For a few dreadful \r\8a moments his head and chest are contained within a \r\8a    roaring yellow orb, then the burning ball is caught \r\8a  by the wind and it spins away into the darkness. The \r\8a crew scream with terror when they look upon their \r\8a    comrade, for his upper body has been transformed into \r\8a        a blackened and fleshless skull that perches \r\8a precariously upon his hollow, smoking rib-cage.\r
+\r
+       Panic grips the Vassagonian sailors. They abandon \r\8a    their posts and rush to seek shelter below decks in \r\8a  the crowded cargo hold. You are trying to rally them \r\8a when suddenly a ball of flame drops from the raging \r\8a  skies and comes hurtling down towards your head.\r
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+       If you possess the Grand Master discipline of \r\8a        Elementalism, turn to  \ 5â197\ 5â\r
+\r
+       If you do not possess this skill, turn to  \ 5â51\ 5â\r
+       \r
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