The Wanting Comes In Waves

[Avacyn 1712]

 

 

 

Far, far beneath the churn and tumult, on a stormy night, something besides the waves began to stir.

 

The fish spoke to her, whispering for centuries, keeping her asleep with lullabies and sweet peaces. 

But now they whispered to her of blood and darkness, the encroaching Chasm, a haven of Man falling beneath the Black Sun's shadow.

 

Her departure from the Blackfathoms was not marked by tremors, nor quakes, nor anything grandiose- the Drowned Lady abandoned the deep, forsaken caverns in the quiet of the night and began the climb through the briny dark, the surface thousands of leagues away.

Her forgotten brothers would be fine without her, mother would stay sleeping. For now, there was much, much work to be done, and wishes to be fulfilled. The wanting comes in waves, and so does She.

 

Over the course of the next year, odd things occur to those who stray close to the shores and beaches of Axios' islands. Some say seashells spoke to them, and others hear fish calling from the waves. Perhaps there's some truth to be found in these rumors?

 

((If I am online as TheMaskOrMyFace and you're at a beach and would like some preliminary event RP, just shoot me a PM and I'll hopefully be free.))

[Balthasar 2497]

"Think I'll stay inside, far away from the shore!" Says Fritlev to himself after recieving news of this event

[OzYmandi 647]

Einarr Ahlström nudges Brynjolf.

"Le's go?"