Sand that is white as snow. the water is as clear as a crystal. down the shore is some cliffs
The beach, Shore
person
god
I am a god in the eyes of the villagers. I am regarded very highly as a god. People of the village pray to me for success in their crops as well as daily lives.
Peace unto thee, mortal one.  Fear not, for I have not come to pass Judgement upon thee this day. Who... who are you? I am the God of Crops, mighty Thor himself.  While once I was a warrior, now I deign to help the little folk in their troubles.  Know me not, tiny one? As a farmer, I know of you Mighty One. But I do not understand why you approach such a lowly peasant. I have heard of thine village's cry unto me for water, and water they people shall have.  You, oh lowly one, must guide thy people ere thine hour of salvation approaches. I don't mean to speak out of place... but this water can't feed our crops... its sea water Ah, little mortal.  To thine eyes, yea, it does seem but a salty drop.  But this purest portion here is stolen from the very tear of Lori himself, the only tear mine brother has e'er did shed. I'm sorry for doubting you Mighty One... May I take the water to save our crops? Here, small one.  Take this here water, and place it in the finest cask of mead that thine village has.  You all must feast until dawn in my name.   Thank you mighty one, I will follow your instructions and save my people, we will have a massive feast! Once thine jubilations pass until the point where thine memories become but hazes, and all is forgotten, only then shall the rains come, and the harvest be saved. Yes Mighty One, I will make sure the mugs overflow and there are more pigs then men.