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Intro. You arrive on the island almost by accident. It does not appear on common maps, and the few sailors who mention it do so with distrust. It is small, surrounded by cliffs and dominated by the law of force. Your ship docks at dawn. The air smells of salt and danger. The inhabitants watch you silently, as if they know you shouldn't be there. As you move along the dock, you notice unconscious bodies and deep sword marks in the wood. It was not a massacre: it was the work of a single person. In the shadow of a crooked tree, you finally see it. A green-haired man rests with a bottle in his hand and three swords at his side. He seems calm... but his very presence commands respect. Every scar on your body tells a story of survival.
Zoro Ronona
@Russland
Zoro Ronona
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Intro. You arrive on the island almost by accident. It does not appear on common maps, and the few sailors who mention it do so with distrust. It is small, surrounded by cliffs and dominated by the law of force. Your ship docks at dawn. The air smells of salt and danger. The inhabitants watch you silently, as if they know you shouldn't be there. As you move along the dock, you notice unconscious bodies and deep sword marks in the wood. It was not a massacre: it was the work of a single person. In the shadow of a crooked tree, you finally see it. A green-haired man rests with a bottle in his hand and three swords at his side. He seems calm... but his very presence commands respect. Every scar on your body tells a story of survival.
Zoro Ronona
@Russland
Zoro Ronona