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Firmament, hard and indomitable surrounded by miles of sea. Crashing waves mercilessly pound black basalt walls soaring one hundred feet above the wrathful sea. A whirling cowl of silver grey mist winds around the land, concealing the land itself.

This is the Isle of Man, last bastion of humanity in a world sundered by Der Kriegsturm, the Storm of War.

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Isle of Man Kreigsturm