» the calm before the storm

the Rift

It was like breathing for the first time after holding your breath for too long. That is what it felt like when the Frozen North became uncloaked of its darkness. The god stood among the Blood Falls, where the whites of the snow around it blended him in nearly completely. The only stark opposites to him that might have given him away were the sapphire blue crystals that adorned the top half of his body. And he watched, with glowing blue eyes, the Blood Falls surge with activity. The ruby hued waters flooding their banks were reckless and violent, threatening to drown anyone who dared step too close.

In this darkness, Vourib bared his teeth. When the light returned, when he was no longer cloaked in the dark veil of the Rift, it had taken awhile for his eyes to adjust – but when they had, oh the disaster that struck. The deep, darker part of his heart grinned with glee at the terror, but there was a sensible part of him (the part he used to be) that suggested perhaps it wasn’t what they wanted.

“Calm.” His deep voice boomed over the rushing, churning waters. Yet in answer to that, they grew stronger, thrashing over and over again as though they chose to do the opposite of what he commanded. With a final effort, Vourib melts, pouring himself into the water to where the only thing seen are the crystals, smoking and oozing that vibrant sapphire hue, and his cracked yellow teeth as he attempted to get the water under control.

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The waters of the Blood Falls have become torrential, surging things that will devour any of those that try and get too close. The land isn't listening to Vourib's commands either. Can you think of something that might help this heart?

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