Eltarki's Diary - Time and Tides  

 

I have found my way to the City of Tides. A beautiful place, even now, even with the fighting and unease. Some ocean god roams the sea and apparently attempted to wash away Rubak Oseka with a great wave. A great power stopped it, but the evidence of the attack remains. The great frozen tidal wave has helped shield the city from the new sea god's attacks.

Followers of this god they call Prexus are in the city, bodly controlling portions of the docks. The few Archons and soliders from Erillion seem helpless to do more than guard important buildings. They came to the city a while ago as part of a garrison meant to keep these gentle people from interfering in their plans to secure Argath. They were not prepared for an invasion from the sea.

The citizens of Sarith have never been soldiers or warriors of any sort, just fisherfolk, architects and philosophers. They seem content with the conditions as they are, at least for the most part. No outright battles, no immediate fear of death. They continue their lives well, under the circumstances.

The revelation to me here is that the people of the city have come to great faith. We all know the tales of Oseka the pirate. Oseka the god. Most teated them as just that, tales. But some power stopped that great wave. Some say that it was the magic of the high priest and nothing more. But most now believe that it was the power of Oseka that stopped that wave, power given to the high priest. Now those that have dedicated their lives to the cult of Oseka are given much more respect than before. It is believed that their power alone, the power of Oseka, keeps them safe.

I do not know what to think. It would explain much to believe that our gods still have power here. It would explain much. This hint, this scrap of belief has given me an even greater desire to explore the current situation and discover what I can.