by Cyphox
Born a bastard. Cast aside. Only for his “family” to return when he became useful. One fateful night, the ocean called, and Nyth Nightweaver answered by boarding a ship. On the third night of the voyage, while he lay hidden in the vessel’s depths, the storm was born. Not a common squall, but a fury so violent that the crack of the main mast breaking rang clear even through the ship’s belly. When darkness claimed Nyth, it was not a violent affair. The seawater rushed to him with the joyful urgency of a creature reunited with its owner.
