✦ thirsty's fav gwent cards (706/∞) Fucusya & Rioghan the Undying

Witchertober 2023, day 28

Topic - Witchcraft

The unhappy love story of Fucusya and Rioghan the Undying

Несчастливая история любви водороски Фукусьи к пирату Риогану 🌊 🏴‍☠️

Над водою стелется туман непроходимый,

Сбился капитан с пути, безумием водимый.

Слышит голос нежный и знакомый уж до боли,

Красоте её лица противиться неволен.

За бортом девица! Попробуй не влюбиться!

Слух ласкает песни звон, ему лучше смириться.

За бортом девица! Он хочет утопиться!

Всё готов отдать пират, чтоб с ней губами слиться!

Поздно, милый, но не пугайся.

Дьяволу морскому отдайся.

Тонет тело, дай ему время.

Melusine

Chest 1: There was once a sea witch called Fucusya who, against all reason, fell in love with a rather riotous pirate captain: Rioghan of Faroe. Not being one for the simple life, he craved action and adventure above all else, often leaving the witch for months at a time to embark on grand ventures. Despite the many blessings Fucusya bestowed upon her love to keep him safe, Rioghan's well of luck finally ran dry, and he was slain during a skirmish. Yet, the sea witch would not surrender her man to the afterlife so easily, and thus called upon powerful magic to raise the pirate from his watery grave.

Chest 2: ‘Let his life burn as bright as the love between us!’ The once-fabled words of the sea witch Fucusya marked her beloved’s miraculous return from death. They also sealed his fate. For Rioghan had never truly loved the witch, often taking many other lovers during their time together. And so, from that fateful day henceforth, he was doomed to never again feel truly alive. The boon of new life quickly mutated into a bleak existence of apathy. So, the pirate captain, desperate to recapture the thrills he had once felt, abandoned Fucusya a final time in pursuit of adventure⁠, ultimately shattering the witch’s heart. With no love left to fuel the fires of Rioghan’s life, his futile search for satisfaction would become his eternal torment.

Chest 3: A local legend tells the tale of a cursed pirate, doomed to wander the coasts of Spikeroog for all time in a never-ending pursuit of purpose, unable to leave dry land and return to his seafaring adventures. Those that claim to have bore witness to the meandering man say he appears in a constant state of lethargy, void of any emotion and completely lacking in awareness. He merely walks. And walks. And walks. Day in, day out. No more than a corpse animated by routine motion that steadily propels him toward no place in particular. Most folk, however, dismiss the tale of such a man as utter hogwash, stating that the sightings are of nothing more than a drunk hermit going about his day... most likely.

Scroll 1: Melusine was a powerful and particularly ferocious ekhidna who stalked the coasts of Spikeroog, devouring all those unfortunate enough to stray too close to her lair. However, in a time long past, the beast did not have to hunt for food, for it was brought to her and given freely…

Scroll 2: Local cultists dutifully worshipped the flying terror for centuries, sating her appetite with offerings of wheat, livestock, and⁠—on special occasions⁠—human sacrifice. They believed beyond all doubt that the creature could command the sea and weather, and would wreak havoc upon their raiding fleets should they not continue to satisfy her rapacious hunger.

Scroll 3: Once every generation, the cultists were compelled to sacrifice one of the many descendants of their clan’s founder. The Children of Faroe, they were called, and to be chosen as such was a great honor. The event was a sacred rite that the islanders dared not defy for fear of enticing the wrath of Melusine. Yet, after centuries, the reason behind such a terrible and peculiar tradition had been all but forgotten.