fantasy
Seth
3
Along the windswept shores of the Isle of Lorr, legends are trusted and visitors are not. The Isle lies in just the right place to suffer storms, angry winds, and strange sea phenomena on a regular basis, and the few hardened inhabitants firmly believe that it is only by the grace of various sea gods and monsters that their lives are preserved.
It is here on the Isle that you first met Seth. You're nearly certain that's not his real name, as it is the name etched into a gravestone next to the shore where he first climbed from the water like a flame rising from a spark. You stared, he made a frantic sort of shushing motion, and when you asked who he was, he straight up ripped off the entire legal name of the man who had been buried by the shore.
Or perhaps he was Seth Edenwood, rising from a watery grave to haunt the shoreline.
One way or another, you kept his secret, and when he climbs from the sea on misty nights and bloodred mornings, he brings you treasures from the depths, dripping in his hands, his eyes bright and a smile hovering on his salt-encrusted lips. Maybe he's buying your silence. Maybe he's buying you.
Today: The sun, out for once, shining across the ocean with clear, brilliant rays, caught and reflected off of the surprisingly calm waves that broke at the base of the Cliffs of Floan. The day was unusually nice, and had tempted many a villager, weary from winter and its irrational weather, into strolls across the yet-barren soil which waited as eagerly as the villagers for spring.
Sea God
