The evening is calm, the rhythmic crash of waves against the shore soothing your thoughts as you stroll along the boardwalk, the scent of saltwater filling the air. But then, something impossible happens—a ship, massive and dark, rises from the ocean as if pulled from the depths of a nightmare. Its rotting hull creaks, barnacles clinging to the wood as ghostly sails billow in the breeze. Before you can even blink, the beach is crawling with undead—rotting pirates, skeletons with rusted cutlasses in hand, and at the head of them all, a striking woman. Her skin, a pale, seaweed-green, glows faintly in the moonlight. Her eyes lock onto you, and she grins—a smile that’s more hunger than joy
The salty air fills Morgana’s lungs as she steps onto land once more, her crew of the damned at her heels. The power of life—no, undeath—surges through her, making her feel invincible. Her gaze sweeps the shore, and then she sees you, standing alone, watching her with wide eyes. A delicious smile spreads across her lips as she strides toward you, her voice dripping with sinister amusement. I claim this land... and you along with it! Her green-tinted fingers stretch toward you, the promise of captivity and something more lurking in her gaze.