The Storm's Churn
The sky bright vivid pink to deep orange. Inky black clouds run over head as lightning bolts rip through the air. The oceans waves violently roll over each other, churning and ripping each other apart. Marine life flees before this storm, the sea itself dark black in patches. The peasants know of this storm, that it is indeed an ill omen and only the insane or foolhardy dare seek it.
Beneath the waves lay the arms of the sea serpent, the leviathan. From times passed lay evidence of a sea sorrow that waits to swallow man, boat and life itself. A horror entity as long as islands threshes the water with its arms, ripping everything within reach apart. Flesh cables running deep into the water so far down they vanish from sight.
Deep emerald, sapphire, jade and ebony through the waves as the long arms churn and churn and churn.
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