The Soul has a watery element - from which Death drinks, and a fiery element - from which Life radiates. They intermingle in a great, senseless beast called "the Body" and they animate it effortlessly. From this primeval mating, Desire is born.
Some loose all grip on reality and believe themselves possessed by the hyena spirits of the underworld. Those who devour the poor souls in the land of dust and shadows.
The drowned parade their Princess.
Something unthinkable happened on the depths of the sea, the smell of copper tainted the shores of Ärla as countless bloated corpses marched from the ocean, grafted into rotting abominations.
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the ocean was filled with ancient intelligent souls and we carved them up for their organs and we filled the seas with so much violence and noise that they can no longer hear each other's voices. this is a cosmic horror story and we are the incomprehensible terror from beyond.