06-19-2025, 04:32 PM
I am just envisioning some twilight vigil over the Tome for generations as the thing remains inert and unyielding, until the temple itself is cracked and decaying, the religion itself considered all but worthless in the eyes of the local populace and secular leaders expound that the Sea is a myth and a relic of ancient times, best forgotten, its remaining statues to be stripped of gold and pearl to enrich the coffers of the nobility.
Until one midnight, the Tome lights up in cascades of iridescence and the smell of salt and water rushes forth, scouring the walls. The Bride, The Bride! She is born!
Only nobody is there and nobody cares and it all goes downhill from there as the Bride begs in the streets for crusts of bread and the Sea God thrashes in his chains.
Until one midnight, the Tome lights up in cascades of iridescence and the smell of salt and water rushes forth, scouring the walls. The Bride, The Bride! She is born!
Only nobody is there and nobody cares and it all goes downhill from there as the Bride begs in the streets for crusts of bread and the Sea God thrashes in his chains.
