The lake gives way to a slightly sandy and rocky shore. It is dotted with small shrubs and a few trees, but mostly it is a fairly open expanse. It is covered in places by a green short grass. The lake level falls away swiftly from the beach going from a few feet to well over ten feet in a short span.
Northern Shore, Lake
worshipper
priests
I officiate over weddings.  I dislike the dark arts.  I perform exorcisms.
Only God can answer that, child. He will only take the souls he needs. I hope the war will end, too. How can you say that, priest? How can we justify this as God's will... I have lost three of my brothers to unholy violence... I am so lost, father. Be honest. Do you feel your faith in God wavering? I will not judge. I am here only to guide you and your soul. I... I do. I cannot accept that God would allow the death of children and men. We wage war not for Him but for the Queen. Who is she to decide the fate of many? Has God given her this power? Child, you know that the Queen has God-given rule over this land. Her will and God's will are one and the same. Do you feel you have lost more than God has given you? I have lost everything, father. Without the men to work the fields, and the women growing sick from the black death, we have very little to eat. Our ration stores for the poor are dwindling. We are running out of resources. I do not believe the Queen is at all holy. She is vile. She must be stopped... Child... what has gotten into you? This does not sound like you. Do you harbor an evil spirit?  I believe God wants us to revolt, father. I believe we should take up arms against tyranny. Enough! I tried to be patient, but you have tested God's faith too far! Father! Father! Why are you doing this! Your violence only solidifies my doubt further. If your faith can be shaken so easily, I doubt your faith was ever true. You doubt my faith? I dedicate myself to the good of the poor not the good of the queen! I dare say you are not the man of God you feign to be...