>>5383125>>5382936>>5382975>Return to the coast, maybe inviting all to come and watch, and see if you can't banish this period of bad weather.You don't mind celebrations, but you don't like attention for yourself. If the humans would celebrate and leave you alone, you'd be happy for them but they're always trying to appease you and win your favor. You're just trying to build a temple over here!
Rather than have to deal with these outsiders come to investigate you then, you decide to settle their problems so that they'll go away. And in the process, you can help your chosen clan as well, since problems of the sea impact everyone along the coast here, hells even the Namadans! So it shouldn't be too difficult to make your way down to the beach at least, and try to figure out what's going on. Setting down a pair of stripped trees for building, you start to stomp your way out of the village and off towards the shore.
<span class="mu-s">"-look! Look, she's leaving!"</span>
<span class="mu-s">"What do you think, some miracle to perform! We must see!"</span>
<span class="mu-b">"...ughhh..."</span>
Grumbling all the way as a gathering crowd follows you, it seems you can escape their attention! Well, they can only follow you so far, when you can reach the sea and indeed observe the gathering of black clouds and a storm raging on the horizon. Though it seems to remain distant, maybe traveling up alongside the coast here rather than making landfall, but even at that distance it still makes the waves here too difficult for small fishing boats to be able to manage.
Indeed, only larger ships like those ones you see a little ways offshore would be able to traverse these seas without trouble. Those ships which...
<span class="mu-b">"Wait now, that can't be..."</span>
That's strange, you almost thought that... those ships are quite an odd sight compared to the ones you're used to seeing around these parts, around these times. Unlike the larger and rounder ones driven by sail, like the Namadans have... but more like those you remember from your own time.
<span class="mu-r">"TANALOA! I KNEW IT WAS YOU, YOU SURVIVED!"</span>
That supernaturally loud voice, echoing off the distant storms like thunder and carried all the way to shore... where do you know it from?
<span class="mu-b">"...oh right. Not this trollop again..."</span>
<span class="mu-r">"FOUL BEAST, I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!"</span>
Upon some great realization it seems, the small fleet of ancient quinqueremes orient from their travel along the coast, instead towards it now and carried on by some unseen and unnatural current or wind to their rotting hulls and tattered sails. Even just up to your knees in the surf, you can sense their dread presence in the sea, and the accursed presence they bear with them.
