Storm Coast
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Storm Coast smells like sea salt, marine, moss
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Nyritha’s Fury
The wind howled as I approached the cliffs of what the locals called Storm Coast, named for the eternal tempests that lashed its shores.
Waves surged and fell like living walls, the tang of water sharp in the air. The scent of it surrounded me—cold, crisp, and alive, as if the sea itself was breathing. My boots squelched against the waterlogged earth as I tightened my grip on the opal pendant—a relic the elders claimed would placate the elemental that ruled here.
If the tales were true, Nyritha’s wrath had cursed these shores for a century, her storms an endless wail of betrayal.
I hadn’t come here for glory or riches.
The people of the Storm Coast had lived in the shadow of these tempests for generations, their lives battered by unending winds and floods. They had no soldiers to send, no coin to hire mercenaries, only hope that someone would brave the elemental’s fury on their behalf. Their pleas weighed on me heavier than the pendant in my hand. I would face Nyritha not just to stop the storms but to give the villagers a future unbound from fear.
The cliff path twisted through patches of moss that clung stubbornly to the rocks, its scent damp and earthy, a whisper of life amidst the chaos. I slipped once, catching myself on the slick stone.
The moss felt spongy beneath my hand, its aroma grounding me, a small reminder of the world beyond the storm.
My heart raced, but I pressed on. The pendant’s glow pulsed faintly against my chest, growing brighter as I neared the sea.
At the edge of the precipice, I called out, my voice barely rising above the roar of the storm. “Nyritha! I seek an audience!”
The ocean churned violently, and then she rose—a towering figure of translucent water. Her presence carried the unmistakable scent of sea salt, sharp and biting, the very essence of the storm’s fury.
“Another mortal,” she hissed, her voice a tempest in itself.
“Why do you disturb me?”
I held out the opal.
“To offer restitution. For the theft, and to end this cycle of rage.”
8oz Candle
Natural Coconut & Soy Wax
Extra Thick, Crackling Wood Wick
Strong Scent That Fills The Room
Luxurious, Frosted Amber Jar
40+ Hour Burn Time
