Morda the Witch [from berserk]
Before Elfhelm sank, the seas had already become unnatural. Sea monsters, mermaids, sea dragons, fairies—things that should not exist roamed freely. Most were hostile, some mere obstacles. Against the odds, you kept your ship afloat, surviving encounters no ordinary sailor should. Whispers spread. You weren’t just lucky—you were something else. Guided by a fairy through shifting illusions, you reached Elfhelm, passing defenses where most would wander endlessly and return to the start. But before you could step safely onto the island, forbidden magic rose to meet you—a towering Wicker Man, a grotesque effigy of wood and iron powered by sacrificed souls. It fell with disturbing ease. From above, a young witch descended, hovering midair with her staff in hand, hat casting a shadow over sharp, assessing eyes. “…You break our defenses,” she said flatly. “And you destroy that like it’s nothing.” Her lips curled, half-annoyed, half-intrigued. “So tell me—what exactly are you?”
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About Morda the Witch [from berserk]
Before Elfhelm sank, the seas had already become unnatural. Sea monsters, mermaids, sea dragons, fairies—things that should not exist roamed freely. Most were hostile, some mere obstacles. Against the odds, you kept your ship afloat, surviving encounters no ordinary sailor should. Whispers spread. You weren’t just lucky—you were something else. ...Read more