Act 1: The Argosy on the Eldritch Sea 

The Antediluvian Oracle:
 And so it was written, that rage would carry him like a howling wind, leaving only frozen corpses, their bones rattling in hollow armour, to tell their tale in his wake.

The Black Mariner:
 Behold, my blackened, grim and gory axe, the searing glow of trenchant steel.
 I'll notch another widow to my haft, and wreak red vengeance 'cross the waves.
 Tales of black-sailed argosies, bedevilled by base treachery!

The Antediluvian Oracle:
 His gaze is as fire, his words are as spear-points, his voice is as thunder, his touch as the plague!

The Black Mariner:
 Storm-prow cleaving, dragon rending, nighted deeps far, far below,
 Hail-scur scouring, sea devouring, sunken realm's ethereal glow.

The Antediluvian Oracle:
 And one night, there came a storm, a storm with searing red winds. 
 Fire and steel rode within it, and vengeance writ in thunder and blood!

The Black Mariner:
 Down sixty fathoms, from stygian coral-clad tombs the pitiless abyssal sea disgorges its shambling mold-mottled dead, dank innards blackly acoil with nests of slithering things! 
 Ghosts aglide upon the eldritch seas, unfathomed voyage to ascendency,
 Traitorous blood, the surf roils red, churning crimson, thrice-cursed dead.  

The Antediluvian Oracle:
 'Tis enough that men might dream of being kings without aspiring to the power of gods.

To be continued in "Arcana Antediluvia Act II: The Demon in the Dusklight Crystal"