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

Serenica saw the light of a torch.

She saw many familiar, worried faces. Essieca. Ed. Deim, and the Admiral, who was offering her some chewing tobacco.

She accepted the offer, grateful to have such caring friends.

"What did you see?" the cannibal asked.

"All sorts of things…" Serenica didn't feel comfortable sharing the most private things in her soul, not even to these people.

She pushed herself back up. "There are no voices."

"No. I think whatever caused this is wearing off," the inventor genius said. "But it was frightening to see you scream at a puddle and convulse on the ground."

"Did I scream? I do not recall screaming."

"If there was anything in the woods, it has left already," Essieca said cheerily. "I don't believe it was ever there. The forest is just playing tricks on us."

Never Open