My Brine

The Brine was my life, an ocean where I could finally be free.

There is a lot of things I could share with you here, things that would make you sad, upset or even mad. But I do not see the point, what’s done is done and we should all look forward, there is always a price to pay, a weight to carry…

I was not born on the water, but when you are stuck on the donut atoll, it is kind of the same. So I grabbed my zulli suit, left the gutter and called myself a corsair. You might not be aware of it, our world used to be filled with Magic, constant, permanent. It was like oxygen. The “Oubly-ons” happened, people forgot a lot of things, I didn’t say all. This is the time I started to sail the Brine, this is also the time the Warriors really started their existence, not against what was left of the wizards but more like beside.

About that day, I don’t remember much, no one does, at least the one with no special acquaintance with magic. I suspect this is not really natural, some real crap must have happened. I heard rumors of some beasts and their spawns, some pirates mentioning gates with magical locks, other corsairs like me even discussing some magical ponies. Quite a bag of fairy dust if you ask me, I’m not easily convinced by tricks and stories made up by drunks.

Anyway, If you are here it’s because you are interested in those things, but let me tell you my story first, Adele Contender of the Rock.

A Rock like no other, A Rock you won’t even find on the map of the Runiverse, a Rock in the middle of my Brine.

And if you come for us, be ready for the worst.

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