One might be forgiven in thinking that the chaotic struggles for land, resources and wealth were reserved only for the petty struggles of those who walk the land. But beneath the thick black waters of the western sea, the churning currents peel away the silt and reveal a reef of splintered bones. War has come to the Feywaters.
The Selkie people, once a gentle and carefree folk, now struggle with a war for the very soul of their kind. An insidious god of the depths works its terrible will upon all it touches, twisting the minds and bodies of its victims to its will. This terrible force would see the many broken to serve the one, to devour the magic and the people which breathe life into the feywaters, until all is consumed in stillness and shadow. Its acolytes, the Fomorians, act with a single-minded purpose: To destroy anything that cannot be remade by their master.
But the Selkie are a resilient folk, and will not go quietly into the oppressive grip of a cruel god. The Gallowglass maidens take up their swords and strike out against the corrupting darkness. The Sharkbane Coven, an enclave of witches who were once shunned for their half-human lineage, now fight shoulder to shoulder with their full blood kin, wielding the dark secrets of the depths to strike down the Fomorian threat. Even the creatures of the sea take umbrage with the wicked legions, dooming those who evade blade and spell to be impaled on tusks and crushed beneath blubber-girded bulk.
While the Selkie battle a desperate war of attrition, the royal family suffers a terrible loss. Their beloved daughter, a naive and gentle soul, has been whisked away by a rival house. There, she languishes in chains of steel and sealskin, bound to her seal form. If nothing is done, she may be stuck in the shape of a seal forever. They have kept this grim news a secret for the time being, but should the word get out, it may be a terrible blow to the morale of the kingdom, and may spell doom for the Feywaters.
Todd M Maccarone
2020-01-14 19:45:27 +0000 UTC