Way of the Sea
The Seafolk who once came to the shores of Amaura spoke of a God down below who promised to bring all creatures into his care if they would but trust him and obey him. But these Seafolk were killed. Then, the God of the Sea sent his own Son. His teaching brought light brighter than the Virtuous Gods, his suffering was greater than that of the weeping Red Woman, his love was bigger than the arms of Ëobol, his courage and structure were grander than Basha or Balka. In fact, all the religions of the world - in their own way - pointed to the work this one Seafolk would do.
Now, his followers have sprung up - like little springs of water - in the various continents. Offering love and mercy in the neighborhoods where they emerge. They still prophecy of a coming flood - the end of the world as we currently know it. But it is no longer of one in which the current citizens of the world shall be diminished and drowned. Rather, these people believe they have already died - already been drowned, as they say - and have emerged as blessings to the world, carriers of a kingdom of water and life.
Today, this contagion that was relegated to Sahr’Barabor has toppled the once great sister cities of Asahb’Olim and Oche’Ebere. There is - they say - a sickness rising in the south. Water in the desert. The desert kingdom rallied and squashed the growing faith but could not kill it. Like striking a stream, it did not smite the water - only scattered it farther.
Now the faith - this creeping disease - has reached Sembre: the greatest empire Amaura has ever seen. Will it topple another great kingdom with its poisonous teachings? Or will water bloom from barren places, like in the deserts below?