Though I have lived a life dedicated to no legends, no gods, I find myself awed by the temple dedicated to Oseka. Rubak Oseka is stunning. Not just for its beauty, but for the dedication and love those that live there have for the God of Tides. It is overwhelming, it isn't something they say, it isn't prayers they chant. It's the shine in their eyes and the understanding in their hearts.
I was introduced to the Hadal while I was there. They have no doubt that their god still lives, though they seem to also think that al is dead. Their speech was confusing to me, and perhaps I misunderstood much of what they said. I did learn that it was the Hadal that built Rubak Oseka here, an exact duplicate, they claim, of the one that existed on old Alaris. They claim that their histories say that Oseka aleself directed the construction. They claim that Oseka sacrificed everything to protect our lands. It was impossible not to believe them when they said it, but now, of course, I have my doubts.
We all know the tale of Oseka. Once a seafarer, then a pirate, then a legend and eventually a god. It was Oseka that built the original Sarith, which in the old Hadal language means 'unbound'. Even when alir life path intersected and conflicted with The Order, Oseka never faltered. Al always found a way to remain free of their control without ever bringing their anger and punishment down on ali. I have to admit that the more I learn of Oseka from those that know the tales best, the more interested I become.
After all, I too have become a traveler. I to seek to discover what lies beyond. I too risk the punishment of the Triumvirate. If I were to become devout, it is certain that I would return to the temple of the sea to offer my services.