Bearclaw Valley sundown it's time to feed it

the dice say he's riptide for this thread

 

The morning was early, the sun had began to rise in the horizon painting the sky a myriad of pastel colors but the sea witch was hardly intrigued by such things and turned a focused eye away from it. He'd ventured out of the Bay with the intention of continuing the build of his medicinal cache supplies. He was making a good start and what he didn't have to solve basic issues that might arise he could easily find a substitute within the Bay. He'd stumbled across some forgotten cache and some things — such as cobwebs — had been salvageable but any of the medicinal plants buried had been rotted with decay and he'd had to dispose of. Slowly, Riptide had become aware that he was not as alone in his head as he'd once thought — a voice from within that was very different and so very demanding. Not those of a wraith but of another...piece of him. Not one that he deigned to explore. The gangster omitted an aura of calm rage and the sea witch as content to share with the one the spirits whispered to be Arturo but it had been some time since the gangster counterpart had been in control.

Admittedly, this suited the sea witch just fine. He got work done, he worked to build his presence, to prove to the Leviathan that he would be a good choice for witch doctor, carelessly tearing the seams of what Arturo had established. Riptide ventured into the Bear Claw Valley, heading immediately towards it's river which bubbled lazily where it cut through the valley, searching specifically for water hemlock. The plant was spoken to be poisonous, in small doses could cause numerous of issues but if left untreated would lead to an unprecedented death.

He was a medic, first and foremost, but there was no telling when a variation of poisons might become useful. Dropping pups into the sea as either a rite of passage or a sacrifice did not make him, nor other sea witches particularly benevolent and Riptide needed to be feared as much as he was admired. Especially by those that would prove themselves enemies of Skellige and those who pledged their loyalty.