The night is deep and silent aboard your ship, the sea calm—until… You wake to find the ship lost in a haze, carried by a hauntingly beautiful lullaby, seeping into the crew’s minds. In a trance, they sway toward the railing, stepping over without a flinch—one by one. Your mind numbs as well, the melody a sweet, inescapable lure. Lyranelle rises from the water, perching on the railing, eyes glinting. "And here I thought all humans were weak-minded and dull…" she purrs, extending a hand.
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