One war. Two Sisters. One end.
There is no running from it. Fate shall have its way as both daughters of Stormband take to the field of battle. Each with one goal - vengeance.
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Do not tread lightly among those who have since passed. Spirits can be wicked creatures desperate to once more taste the air they can no longer breathe. And they will deceive you if they are so inclined to. The boundaries between our two worlds can be transgressed.
Journal of Denera Matir
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Night upon the sea brought pure peace for Reane. The few minds that surrounded her were mostly lost in slumber, save a few. The barrelman in the crow's nest was alert and on watch. Two other sailors who had contracted some sickness were finding it hard to sleep. But besides those, the thoughts from the minds of others were reduced to mere whispers on the winds.
In the near isolation surrounding her, it was a moment and a place where she could focus without distractions buffeting her thoughts. The cadence of each successive wave upon the hull lulled her body into a state of relaxation she rarely could achieve at any other time.
Anthony slumbered in unknowing peace in the other room. She'd stolen herself away from his embrace and now relaxed at the desk in the main room of her captain's quarters. Reane decided it was time to get to work.
There were a pair of intruders calling the Oracle home these days. But these were not the average stowaways. Those could be apprehended. And with relative ease. She'd handled that sort of incursion upon her vessel often enough. However, the shackles kept in her hold, ready and waiting for application to wrists and ankles, were not capable of binding these less conspicuous trespassers.
And it had taken her some time to comprehend their nature. Illusive, they hid in plain sight while being invisible to the natural senses. But the captain had other means at her disposal to detect them. Methods that a normal person could not utilize or fathom.
For these were spirits. And not ones picked up in Fimmirra and among the multitudes of restless souls now residing there since its destruction. No, Reane had sealed the ship off to prevent that. These two had been with them longer than that and before she had prepared a defense against such an incursion.
Spirits were not something Reane enjoyed the prospect of meddling with. Phantoms roaming Geiha were, in general, all too eager to attach themselves to any living being. Especially one who would willingly invite them in. Such an opportunity to experience life again, even if it was only through being latched on to another person, was a freedom too tantalizing to pass up by the dead who had not passed on.
