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Kalak, Spirit of Water
Ned_Lud
I am Kalak, spirit of water. I laugh often to those who listen and those who look will find my golden eyes watching vigilantly from the darkest corners of the mind. My tanned and brutish form bears the scars and tattoos of many years at sea and my mind holds the thoughts and whispers of the lowest scoundrels.::     I was once a cunning, orcish smuggler and cutthroat, working the alleys, ports and waterways of every major trade city in Aegis. The first man I ever killed, I opened his belly with a sword and the blood and guts flowed forth like a river, spilling off the slippery dock and into the sea. I filled him with stones and fed him to the fish, never looking back.::     For years I murdered and looted along the rivers and coasts, honing my blades and notoriety. I became known to lesser men as "Two Hands Black" for the constant stain of squid ink, coagulated blood and filth on my calloused hands. Those who would become my enemy did not live for very long and there were never any friends in my line of work. Business contacts began to fear for their lives and it was only a matter of time before I woke up at the bottom of a river with a back full of arrows and a belly full of stones.::     Ned Lud'Gorkil has called upon my spirit and I have answered, my words transcribed within this book through his own entranced hand. There is a dark strength in the warrior, patient as the still waters of the pond and dangerous as the raging storm that approaches from across the sea. I will guide him down this path of shadows and hold his head above the waters as his enemies drown alone in darkness.::     My spirit may be called upon by the drowning of man or beast or by the offering of a dead man's possessions, thrown into the waters. Taking the ink of the squid onto one's body or weapon will give my blessing in stealth and combat. Rain is the time for meditation and prayer. I take pleasure in these things.