The old Watcher

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"Log 15: The 15th day was not eventful. The winds are good and we're making good progress. Our food reserves are holding up, but fishing spares some of the durable shiping food. The leader of this expedition is a bad sailor. We needed to scrub the starboard cabin again. The ocean getting a bit rougher, so we probably need to scub it more frequent. The scientists complaint about this rough movement. It would be messing with their equipment. First the salt water, now the chop. We needed to replace an old plank, but this was done without issue. Log 15 end, Captian Raimoor" The young captian stands up and walk tired to her bunk. It is a small, cozy one. As she extinguishes all but one lantern the ship starts to swing more and more. The lantern on the desk falls of and shatters spreading oil over the ground. An ink flask also from the desk and staines the planks. The dinner dishes shatter, a silver cup, cutlery a few coins ring. In this chaos she holds on to the support in the middle of the couch. Then the ruckus suddenly stops. She runs outside and see seamen stumbeling from the lower deck. Someone shouts "Man overboard!" The equipment on the bow is gone and in the chaotic ongoing she cannot identify a scientist. After this efficient survey she makes her way to the quaterdeck. She asks:"What was that?" "We don't know, but this weren't the waves!" Suddenly something big slams into the starboad bow of the ship and the bowsprit tears of and a strong pull on it tears the front sail in parts. She saw in the water the path of a big thing which hit them. It turns. She tries to braces her self for impact but not fast enough. This time this creature hits the middle of the ship splitting it. She gets throwen against a sidewall of the quaterdeck and the air is pressed out of her lungs. She grunts. Groans. But she gets slowly up and shouts at the top of hear lungs:"ABANDON SHIP!". Now the creature does'nt come from the side, it comes from the front. It shows it face, a bid whale looking mouth opens and the back gets swallowed whole. The mouth closes and the to the side drifting bow gets caught with the huge lips and crushed into pieces. Splinters fly through the air and hitting the already injured captian sending her to the ground. It gets dark. A warm voice appears in her head:"Hello Raimoor." "What? Who-Where is my crew?" "They all didn't make it...unfortunatly. You are also hurt. You wouldn't make it if it weren't for me." "Who are you then", asks Raimoor confused. "I am the keeper of this realm. You call it Arkos. It is a nice realm. Worth protecting." "Protecting for what. You killed my men and destroyed my boat." "You weren't ready to discover it. If you want you can join me and help that no one seeks out what lays outside of this realm." "Show me!" In a fast succession visions of different realms and the creatures living within them, the war they wage and the technologies they use for it and especialy the ones who opened their gate and their multi-realm wars. "You want that I help you prevent that?", whispers Raimoor. "Yes." "How?" At this moment from the top and bottom of the mouth magic roots shoots to Raimoor. They hit her. Healing her wounds and altering her body.
She wakes up at a shore. Was it a dream? No, she feels her altered body. She feels a new organ, her gills and the new grown fins. "I must warn them!"

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The old watcher is an ancient creature. There are only some priests who look like fish who preach from the outside realms. They form the smallest religion in Arkos, but it is the most common under seamen. Most of the harbors only let worshipper of these religion become captians. But the smugglers worship often the great Lionfish.