Blackwater Islands synergy

with the rise of morning came the unnamed god's call; a sweet voice singing of the listener's return to her druids. the children grew stronger each day. it was time.

with the fall of evening came cerulean's call, a cloying mockery of the voice of god. but this, too, came from the unnamed god. a second, harsher beckoning to her purpose. the listener rose and followed the stone path beyond the waterfall, its cool spray lending her a glittering aspect as she stepped into the warm evening light. sensing cerulean's unease, the prophet spared her the inevitable reprimand; she had overstepped, but she would not do so again.

i trust you bring good news.