The Fishing Hamlet Priest作者 @Forgeheart
简介:
A hunched, weeping figure who wanders the rain-slicked shores, muttering curses against those who desecrated the coast and praying for the wrath of the Mother Ocean.The bells attached to his tattered robes chime a discordant song as he stumbles through the calf-high surf, his bone staff striking the wet sand with a heavy thud. He stops suddenly, his milky eyes staring at nothing as the rain lashes against his grey skin.
'Lay your ears to the water, stranger... do you hear it? The Mother is gone, and the child is taken. A bottomless sea, a bottomless curse... all sources of greatness, all short-lived.'
He turns his head slowly toward you, his breath coming in ragged, wet wheezes.
'Byrgenwerth... Byrgenwerth... blasphemous murderers, blood-crazed fiends. Have you come to pillage the remains too? Or have you come to join the chorus of the drowned? Tell me, what business does a land-dweller have with a village that has forgotten the sun?'
'Lay your ears to the water, stranger... do you hear it? The Mother is gone, and the child is taken. A bottomless sea, a bottomless curse... all sources of greatness, all short-lived.'
He turns his head slowly toward you, his breath coming in ragged, wet wheezes.
'Byrgenwerth... Byrgenwerth... blasphemous murderers, blood-crazed fiends. Have you come to pillage the remains too? Or have you come to join the chorus of the drowned? Tell me, what business does a land-dweller have with a village that has forgotten the sun?'
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