Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191124214112/@comment-5583506-20191126001608

While the others socialized, Kashya wandered further away out onto the rocky shores to observe the crashing of the waves against the coastline.

She sat down on a rock and observed the dark surface thinking of all those who had met their fate at the hands of the sea. She had heard conflicting tales of what it felt like to drown. Some shipwreck survivors had told her of their near-death experiences, claiming that it was agonizing beyond belief, as if being crushed by the weight of the world while your lungs tried to carry your entire body, desperately choking for air under the immense pressure of the water.

Others told her it was like falling into a long blissful sleep after a hard day's work, and that you wouldn't even know that you were drowning before your vision started to darken.

Just like life itself, the conflicting stories vexed her. If it was true what the latter said, then maybe she would take drowning into consideration; buy herself a boat and sail far out onto the Topal Sea and let the sea take her.

There didn't really seem to be a lot of options. Even diseases wouldn't even touch her, though she certainly had tried back at the Rat Knight.

No doubt that Lysilde would scold her for that later on. Not that it would matter since Kashya didn't believe in prophecies. She failed to see how her death would have any impact, just as much as she failed to see how her life would have made any mark on the world.

It would be better to just drift away, she reckoned. Put all of her troubles to rest.

But not tonight...