The Suquall journal

Welcome to the 3rd continent : Suquall

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Ẹnítán from The return story

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The return - Final part

Sleeping at the bottom of the ocean, it would take a while for his family to locate him using the waves emitted by the slow rhythm of his heartbeat. It would take a few years to recover from such a brutal transformation, but Ẹniìtàn was now back home.

When everything had calmed down, he would be able to resume his activities of plundering and scuttling ships with his family and friends. Even after four hundred years, the pirate's trade was not forgotten. Their caves would once again be filled with gold.

And corpses.

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The return - Part 10

A silent gratitude filled his chest as he opened the door. The white water of the Akanni stood behind it, waiting silently. He gently pushed a finger into it, and as he expected, a sharp burn imprisoned him. His eyebrows furrowed with determination, he slowly moved his arm up to his elbow, then to his shoulder. Enitan began to tremble on his legs, and large beads of sweat formed on his forehead.

He paused, his breathing heavy and ragged. His instincts told him to pull back, but his stubborn heart whispered that freedom awaited him.

He was suddenly thrown forward by two hands that emerged from the shadows, hurling him out of the room and into a pit of suffering. His skin tore from his body and his muscles melted away from his bones. His scream turned into thick bubbles, and water filled his lungs. The searing pain plunged him into unconsciousness.

He found himself there, alone in the middle of white, opaque water. There were no mysterious doors nearby. Just a man drowning and the silence of the ocean. Calm, he swayed with the underwater currents, his body intact, his face at peace.

He lost all colour, and his human features faded away. A wider mouth opened, revealing sharp teeth, his nose melted almost entirely into his face, and his eyes became bulging, devoid of eyelids. Bony spikes pierced his legs, and blood, first red, then blue, flowed from them as his fragile skin transformed into a thicker, more robust layer. This new layer, rough and rocky, soon covered his entire body. A wave of power escaped from him, causing the seabed to tremble.

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The return - Part 9

He approached it slowly, on his guard. When he reached out his hand towards the wood, he was met with a metallic coldness. A coldness that seeped into his flesh and bones. A cold he would have endured if he had been swimming in the Akanni without his thick aquatic skin and fins. But it was a cold he welcomed with warmth, his body covered in shivers.

The last few days had driven him to the brink of madness. The prospect of being able to return home had made the life he was leading while waiting impossible. He clenched his fist against the metal and rested his forehead on it, powerless. He had to find a way out and run to the ocean.

He was about to blow up the walls when a voice entered his mind. "And I thought you were a patient person. You didn’t think that freeing yourself from such a powerful spell would be quick ? You can go home now, Olè Òkun. Open the door."

Enitan slowly raised his head. His heart had calmed down, and so had his panic. Olè Òkun. It had been so long since anyone had called him that way. Thief of the seas. Pirate.

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The return - Part 8

Although he was devoted and loyal, the call of the Akanni had been screaming in his blood ever since he had seen them. His sisters. Free, happy. He had heard their laughter amid the chaos of the boarding and had almost thrown himself into the white water.

But in his current state, he would have met death before freedom. The sea water would have torn his skin and burned his soul. So he walked. Walked to the one who could give him back his true life. So many years condemned to be a merman for whom water, both fresh and ocean, had become poison. Faced with staying away from his natural element, Enitan had slowly turned into a bitter and violent man. For three centuries, he had shown neither love nor empathy, and as if the years had worn him down, his anger faded and turned into total indifference.

The wait became torture. Sitting there in the suspended silence, he felt his body waver. And suddenly, he could no longer hold on.

The urgency to regain his former body spurred him to his feet. He ran after Màmá Omi, pulling aside the curtains, only to find a wooden wall. No hidden door, no passageway, no trapdoor. Suddenly overcome with panic, he turned around, the fabric panels tearing away from the ceiling.

A door stood in the frame.

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The return - Part 7

Omi rose gracefully and walked to the back of the room, passing behind heavy velvet curtains and disappearing. Enitan remained frozen in a patience honed by his long life, but which nevertheless seemed to falter in the face of this final test. His pulse was racing, his breathing laboured as his heart suddenly felt as though it were pressing against his windpipe. The weight of so many years had suddenly fallen upon him, and he resisted with all his strength the urge to run after Màmá Omi to free himself as quickly as possible.

Just a few more moments and it would all be over.

He could finally stop breathing the heavy air of the continent, finally shed those clothes he had never been able to love in four centuries, and return to the cool embrace of the sea.

But time dragged on, slow and cruel. She did not return.

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The return - Part 6

‘You're back, Ẹnítán,’ she whispered as he knelt on the azure tapestry, his heart warmed to hear his name spoken in the manner of the ancients. He bowed his head in respect, so as not to impose his gaze.

‘You don't need to bow before me. If anyone should bow their head here, it would be me. Tell me, old friend, what news do you bring? Have you found a purpose for your wanderings?’

He raised his head to look at the girl, barely out of childhood, covered in veils and fabrics the colours of the sea. A century had passed since their last meeting, and yet she had not changed. Omi still appeared as a young girl, like the rest of her village.

‘They're back, Màmá Omi. They were right there, just a few strokes away, and I could have reached them, but...’ Emotion overwhelmed him, making it difficult to speak. He wanted to say so much, but words were too small to describe the conflict that was eating away at him. With a trembling chin, the massive man raised his tear-filled eyes to his friend. ‘I have come to claim my freedom. I cannot bear this chain that binds me to the earth for another second.’

A sincere smile appeared on the chief's lips, and her pupil-less eyes looked at him with a tenderness reserved for souls who have found their way back.

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The return - Part 5

The candlelight seemed to grow brighter, revealing a figure lying on an old sofa: a young woman with long, tangled blonde hair clutched a thin blanket in her clenched hand.

‘Who dares to enter my home?’ "

Receiving no answer, she muttered a few words about bad manners, cursing those who dared disturb her sleep. Her face twisted into an expression of contempt.

‘She's upstairs, Enitan,’ she growled. ‘Don't wake me up again for your nonsense.’

‘Please accept my sincere apologies, Guardian.’

The doors of the villages of Amuwosun never closed. It was frowned upon to shut oneself away, as if one were rejecting the world. Guardians were appointed to watch over the village chiefs. When an intruder crossed their threshold, every sound they made—a sigh, a whisper, a word—could be turned against them. The Guardians would then take control of his mind. Entrances were designed to make noise with every step. The Guardians were highly respected, and since every sound could be used as a weapon, no one dared speak to another except with politeness.

Enitan had never been caught, which only fuelled the hatred that the Guardian of Omotunde felt for him. From the moment they met, she seemed to have decided that she did not like him, and that had never changed. Eager to escape the gaze of the enchanting harpy, he climbed the stairs and knocked softly on the frame of a missing door. Another voice, even older, invited him in.

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The return - Part 4

His tall, waterproof boots paced the cobblestones of the small village. With each step, their soles slipped slightly on the stones made wet by the nearby marsh, struggling to grip. The flames on the walls of the houses cast their uncertain glow on the dark alley, shining here and there through the veil of water that covered everything.

A few souls, still intoxicated by the local beverages, wandered through the alleys. Enitan, meanwhile, tried to avoid being seen. Those who spotted him would soon forget, he thought. Otherwise, he would have to get his hands dirty again. Without slowing down, he turned left, pushed open a wooden door, and disappeared into the shadows.

But as soon as he crossed the threshold, he was forced to stop. A thousand trinkets, tools and dried animals hung from the ceiling on worn strings, blocking the way. He breathed in slowly and observed the carefully stored obstacles. He advanced cautiously, stepping over smelly chests and skirting a barrel filled with a thick yellow substance. Only a meagre red candle allowed him to make out the shapes in this supernatural jumble.

Soon, the humidity and heavy heat of the place made him sweat profusely. He discreetly removed his cloak, but it caught on a suspended spider web. As if this had triggered an alarm, he was suddenly no longer alone. A hoarse voice rose in the large living room.

‘Who goes there ?’

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The return - Part 3

Out of sight, he could now give free rein to his consuming curiosity. With a finger bone between his teeth, he pulled himself up nimbly on the cables and stared long and hard at the spot where the ship had sunk. The attack had been swift and devastating—just as it had always been described.

More than four centuries had passed since the mermaids had last been seen, but all sailors had grown up hearing tales of their cruelty, cunning, and prodigious strength—enough to destroy the ships forged by the villages of Amuwosun. Their memory haunted the waves for a long time. But time did its work, and men forgot. Once sacred and guarded

by these beings, the Akanni became a peaceful trade route, free from storms and blessed with a constant breeze and gentle waves. Now, all kingdoms cross it.

As the wind ruffled his short grey hair, a smile—the first since his misfortune—played on Enitan's lips.

You finally returned.

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The return - Part 2

This remark earned him dark looks—followed by the ominous hiss of steel being drawn. No one was to disrespect those who had died at sea. Humans are truly unbearable, Enitan rolled his eyes. It was rare for him to have to travel in such vulnerable company.

‘Your time depends on my willingness to grant it to you,’ he continued, his voice even but sharp. ‘I advise you to order your men to resume their work and take me home. I have things to do.’

A bitter grimace distorted the captain's blue face. He was on the verge of losing his temper and putting this insolent man in his place, but the stranger's inscrutable gaze convinced him not to do so.

‘Very well,’ he growled. ‘Return to your posts! We're resuming our journey!’ "

Without another word, he turned on his heel, his metal boots pounding loudly on the deck. His hands, covered in white gloves, gripped the iron rudder with all their strength. His heart was heavy with the loss of so much of his crew. The gleaming ship began to glide across the waves once more, and the crew returned to their duties, weighed down by the same feelings as their captain.

In this sombre and somewhat dazed mood, no one saw Enitan climb one of the seven masts.

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The return - Part 1

As the sun sank below the horizon, a captain watched one of his ships sink into the Akanni Sea. No cries rose from the sinking crew; the sirens had finished them all off before they could even reach the icy waters. A heavy silence enveloped the fleet, broken only by the creaking of the ruined deck and the breaking of the masts. Everyone's thoughts were racing, worrying about their friends on the capsizing ship, and the fear of a possible return of the sirens to the Akanni was causing panic among many.

Sinking his teeth into the bone, unperturbed, he was the only one to look away from the clear, milky sea stretching north of Suquall. While the others feared another attack, he ate. Under normal circumstances, he would have hidden in his quarters, as the action made many uncomfortable. But at such a moment, he had nothing to risk from either the crew or the sirens, except a well-deserved death. The Akanni was his home, even after it had refused to take him in. Enitan let out a forced sigh, then turned to the captain.

‘Are we going to weigh anchor soon, or do you plan to spend the week staring at this wreck ?’ he said loudly enough for the entire crew to hear.

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History file

'The Elf Empire was the largest and strongest empire ever to exist. This was due to their tremendous power over the Extos, the Energy of Life. The elves were impressive warriors, strategists and leaders. However, it was the Cold Legions that enabled them to achieve such success. They were both feared and admired. They could control and manipulate the deadly Cold State. This fury would take their sanity and increase their power. A Cold Elf was public enemy number one because the power they received through the open gates of the Extos would soon turn them into bloodthirsty monsters. A few of them, however, mastered this power, becoming so strong that they could move mountains and freeze entire seas. - Extract from The Past Society : Elve's empire (prohibited)

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observing the almond

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Kone observing the rocks of the Arena before a fight.

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Magic file

The Nym was previously called the Extos. Life. It is the energy that runs through all living and non-living things in Suquall, and it was discovered by a man named Larry Eckart. A commoner from Nymia, he lived in one of the mountain tribes.

At the time, the Nym was considered to be the will of the gods. Someone capable of great things would be considered blessed by them. However, L. Eckart thought of it as something more. He believed that it could be mastered and changed. After many battles and struggles, years later, L. Eckart had the honour of seeing his life's work succeed.

Although it wasn't without struggles and power plays, the Extos was recognised as a science rather than 'magic'. His daughter took it even further by studying the essence of living beings for the first time. Decades later, Ethan Eckart theorised that the Nym was a genetic mutation.

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Geography file

Kusey is the coldest kingdom. While the Kathenians go underground to escape the heat, the Sadeces do the same to avoid the freezing cold.

Kusey lies between the Akanni Sea and the highest mountains on the continent.

There is snow and storms all year round, and the death rate is ridiculously high.

In order to make it warmer so that the Sadeces who are not adapted to living in the snow do not die, they built the main cities inside volcanoes. Protected by Nym's spell and ancient techniques, millions of people live in the warm belly of the volcanoes.

Tunnels connect the different cities and there is one at each border so that tourists don't have to hike over frozen peaks to reach their destinations.

Of course, the more daring and courageous ones can take the difficult route with a guide — this makes Kusey a great destination for adrenaline-seeking people.

It is also a popular tourist destination, with the harsh environment being overlooked thanks to the renowned food and entertainment.

Who wouldn't enjoy a great metamorphic show in a volcano?

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Original character file

"If eyes are windows to the soul, what does that say about yours ?" "My eyes were pulled out of their sockets and burned. Have a guess." - Jocelynn