The Maiden Mask
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The Maiden Mask and her crew are those that people tremble to hear of, much less encounter. This crew of god-like pirates enslaved to work for the one they hate the most; the High Priest of Orion, are hounds of death.
Entangling themselves into the histories and future of the Empire of Orion, the pirates unwittingly complete mission after mission for the whim of the higher man. However, when the High Priest of Orion is suddenly detained for unlawful conduct, the vengeful pirates craft their way into fixing their freedom into view. The Maiden Mask and crew fall headfirst into the fist of sleeping gods and scandalous events of demons and monsters, trying to free themselves from the Curse of Enslavement and its mark on their skin.
Thousands wear this mark of Enslavement, and disrupting such a curse wakes creatures who had slumbered for thousands of years.
Seeking freedom never seemed so distant.
And monsters are much better allies than those of fairy dust and flowers.
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