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After living for most of her life on farm, Unya had been raised to believe she was going to one day have to search for a man to take care of her, and raise a family with her. At least, until her family was destroyed in a pirate raid, one of their prizes being Unya herself. Barely managing to get away, she was unable to absolutely escape, resorting to hiding within the pirate's cargo, waiting patiently, until midnight, when she escaped on one of their lifeboats...
The food and water she took with her was barely enough to sustain her, before she'd see a large island, the size of a small continent, off in the distance. The sight itself was highly strange, as the different areas of the island that she could see seemed vastly different. On the right most side, she could just glimpse the sight of icy mountains, while on the left most, she could see the edge of a jungle on the side of a cliff...
These things went out of view as she drew closer. The warm weather she'd been experiencing changed to a more cool climate, and the water's intended destination for her seemed horribly unfortunate... Ahead of her, was a small town on the outskirts of a repulsive swamp. And someone must have noticed Unya's steady approach, as several women dressed from head to toe in holy black garbs were standing on the small dock, waiting to greet her.
Dressed as servants of god, a cloth Unya would recognize from the mainland, they and the town's inhabitants seemed devout zealots of the teachings of their religion, due to the fact that the largest building, in the center of town, was a church. And as Unya docked, one of the priestesses stepped forward on the wooden planks, smiling softly at Unya, "Greetings from the grace of God, weary victim of the seas. And welcome, to our humble home." she greeted her, with the softest, most inviting voice one could ever imagine, "Whatever illness fate has deemed for you ends here, you may rest at ease in our embrace."
The food and water she took with her was barely enough to sustain her, before she'd see a large island, the size of a small continent, off in the distance. The sight itself was highly strange, as the different areas of the island that she could see seemed vastly different. On the right most side, she could just glimpse the sight of icy mountains, while on the left most, she could see the edge of a jungle on the side of a cliff...
These things went out of view as she drew closer. The warm weather she'd been experiencing changed to a more cool climate, and the water's intended destination for her seemed horribly unfortunate... Ahead of her, was a small town on the outskirts of a repulsive swamp. And someone must have noticed Unya's steady approach, as several women dressed from head to toe in holy black garbs were standing on the small dock, waiting to greet her.
Dressed as servants of god, a cloth Unya would recognize from the mainland, they and the town's inhabitants seemed devout zealots of the teachings of their religion, due to the fact that the largest building, in the center of town, was a church. And as Unya docked, one of the priestesses stepped forward on the wooden planks, smiling softly at Unya, "Greetings from the grace of God, weary victim of the seas. And welcome, to our humble home." she greeted her, with the softest, most inviting voice one could ever imagine, "Whatever illness fate has deemed for you ends here, you may rest at ease in our embrace."