Blackwater Islands imperial

like the changing tides of the ocean which the listener so often found herself lost in watching, the unnamed god swept chaotic life over blackwater in waves. high tide was upon them; lives rested at the listener's paws, their fates hanging off her every word. blackwater was changing, growing — and now more than ever, the listener would need an inner circle. wolves with knowledge, skills.

@Ingram was the first and most trusted of these advisors, a warden's spirit clad in ironbound loyalty, but this was not enough. while the listener was forged in the realm of lies and shadows and creeping silent death, the keeper belonged to war. his power would be found in the shedding of blood, the cries of battle, the violent death throes of an enemy defeated. and while morgana would serve as a suitable mentor for those violent deeds best done in the dark, the speaker could not instruct ingram in the ways of war.

these thoughts hung heavy over the listener as she stepped away from the hollow tree in search of ingram, ending her vigil over @Bridget for the moment. grim, the prophet called softly to the keeper, whose back was turned to her as he kept watch over the shores and guarded against any danger.

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