IkuSaari

A young healer woman sets sail to kill her enemies and steal the heart of the prince her rival desires. She encounters deadrousers, cannibals and lunatics as she hunts for epic treasures and love. She finds out she can be everything she wants to be: a doctor and a healer of thieves, a lover and an impressively rich spirit aunt, but the price she has to pay will be paid in blood. 

Serenica Ingram is a brave witch in her twenties. She would do anything to be even better at healing. Mariana Kinley, a witch-hating witch and a ruthless businesswoman, doesn't like competition and drives Serenica out of her home. She joins the pirate crew of the necromancer, Captain Spade. 

The city of Neul that Serenica calls home is a hostile and degenerate place, ripe with rich merchants and homeless witches, but the mythical island of outlaws, Aja Vana, is even stranger. The western islands are populated by outcasts and Serenica would do anything to avoid them. 

Becoming a rich and respected pirate healer isn't easy, especially with both other witches and royals wanting Serenica dead. She has to sail to the ends of the known world just to get her stolen property back, and even harder will be to catch the eye of the Dreamer, the fair prince whom Kinley also desires, while fulfilling the promise to kill a king.

WARNING: s*icide mentions, very mild cursing, violence, blood so please use caution when reading.

discord link finally. it's an actual functioning server afaik: https://discord.gg/tmeZKG5dqT

Water Belongs to the Dead: Heart of the Witch

"Our group has been thinking of ways to avoid executing you, bur with little success," the woman said as she observed Serenica take off her clothes.

Due to the crusty dried blood clinging onto her skin, the process of undressing was very painful.

"It's your attitude towards other people that is the problem. You have a distasteful attitude, very unfitting for a lady. But you aren't a lady, are you?"

"I never tried to be," Serenica said bluntly.

She finally managed to peel her shirt off her back. She was now in her underwear. Thankfully, her camisole had already been taken off.

She stared defiantly into the eyes of the older woman. The lady probably had a drop or Raelian blood in her, for her short hair had obviously been colored with herbal oils and the dark roots were pushing through.

"Such a pretty body, and such bad thoughts," the woman said, wringing her hands.

Magical Maladies