Scrap of paper from the Queen of the Waves

...gone this night. No traces left. Some of the men say they hear the voice of Iesser at night echoing through the trees, screaming and laughing. Others speak of a call, insistent and strange, waking them and driving those submit into the jungle at night. I cannot tell them of the song that seems to drag me to the water. Even the captain’s resolve cannot protect us much longer. Sometimes my magic falters, and I doubt Mannic’s support reaches this forsaken jungle…

...howling in agony. There was nothing I could do. As he went, he whispered a name I have not heard for a long while, a name the old crone would speak of in hushed tones in my youth. There is power in that lurking beneath the waves, but at what cost? I feel less of Mannic’s strength, but I shudder to call…

Scrap of paper from the Queen of the Waves

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