Sarviraine's Journal

[BlackStork]

Diaries of

Sarviraine the Sea Witch

Those thorns, child, will allow You to hurt, to cause pain to ones who touch you improperly.
The spirits bound to You will tear one's who stand on Your way.
You should be ruthless, child. There are two entities in every situation to come - predators and victims... Be sure to belong to the first one every single moment of your life... Witch Elaara of Moonshae Islands

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And the water takes hold
Fills his lungs and crushes his body

Dust floats through sun and water
As you draw close
Fall to me
He sees like his never seen before
I will carry you
True and free

And the water carries him away
Now that you are here
You'll swim with me
Soon he ceases to be at all
I am clutching you
True

He sees like he never sees before
He is light in water

[BlackStork]

On the stormy shore of Roaringshores she stood, wielding her bloodied corall staff, looking towards the horizon.

The planks, some old, some just added by herself, were swimming, creating light-brown patches on the constantly moving water surface.

The rite was done.

"Its over." - she thought to herself - "May She throw her fury on ignorant, and shake the stone walls and wood planks of uncaring. " - exlaimed she loudly, and concentrating, she focused on her emitions - anger, fear, and fury, and, like her mother taught, channeled that into the water.

"The storm will come. O, Queen, bring Your wrath on them. Because of Your whim, or whim of Your faithful - me." - she wispered into dark waters, and dived into them.

The chilling water made pleasant sensation for her trained, converted body.

With her will she called five elementals, bound to her , to carry her, to wash, to play in Queen's holy domain.

"The wall huggers should tremble in fear. The Fury is coming, and I should assemble anyone who deserve and can hold with me the banner of Her, and of Realm of Fury.

Theese lands rot. In richness. The people become weak, used to so treacherous comfort. They forgot their primordial fear. I should undo that!" - she thought to herself, resonating her emotions into the surrounding waters. She made few spins, and dived deeply.

"Heril, and that... bulky berserker... They wield power and fury. They made of proper fabric. I should take them into the fray, with me, and probably try to convert, to bind to Queen's will.

Wall-huggers should tremble, they are like Ffolk pigs. Just dig their ground and praise their Chauntea. Fallacy..."

She went out to the shore, and saw bird on the tree, not far from the shore. She assembled her fury and anger and made rapid hand movement. The bird went down like stone, with audible sound of collision with the ground, and water splash.

"Drown, little twat, drown, and praise as you one of the first!" - said she loudly and went up, to have some wine, and fine rest after eventful evening and the Stormcall rite.

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She prepeared herself. On theese lands she needed to excel not only in her vile chants and divinations. She stepped on the different domain, and deeper she goes - further from The Queens domain she is.

There, as true Northmen Female, she needed help of other patrons. She aimed for that, allying herself, her soul with more two deities on the land - the Furious Frostmaiden, and Raging Tempus. They would guide her path, and she will have not only powers granted to her by the Bitch Queen, but, as well, the combat skills she have from her kin, and the chilling flickle in her heart, important spot served to another Fury - the Frostmaiden from her childhood.

And now this is going to happen. By Her whims she will give prayer, and pilligrimage to another Fury domain - and her Temple.

Her Clergy know that, and anticipate that. They made their call, and now it's time to make her way and offer what she have. And this is intriguing, exciting fact...

Preparations did not took long. She knew the way already, at lest till foothold. Her pawns will accompany her. And in bad case will be her emergency plan courriers. But, she wanted that pilligrimage herself. Things will go faster properly if she will do it by herself, alone.