You've had just about enough of this.

You were having, what some might call, a trying day. Your home had been overrun with daemons, you'd had to trade one of your own sisters to ensure your success, you had no idea what had happened to your best-friend-turned-lover, and now this amoebic skank was trying to eat you. Righteous fury ignites in your chest, growing hotter as the power of your deity responds in kind, "Ggggrrooo!" The slime suddenly withdraws from your mouth with a look of surprise and you spit out the de-animated goo of her faux-tongue, blackened and bubbling.

"Do you think..." you start, barely able to talk through divine rage spreading through you, "that I could walk ten paces, without some monster trying to **** me!?" The slime's horrified human features dissolve as she flees in terror but you are not ready to forgive. You scream out your fury, lighting up the entire beach like a lightning strike, and the gelatinous form vanishes like a shadow in sunlight, leaving nothing but a bare wisp of smoke that wafts away on the ocean breeze.

Just as quickly as it arrived, the burning passion starts to fade, leaving an uncomfortable heat that fortifies you against the night chill. You take a shaky breath and sit down hard in the rowboat. You'd never hurled that much power before. You're pretty sure you'd only seen anything like it from the War Mother and certainly not without a lengthy prayer for preparation. Still amazed with yourself, you fasten the holy sword to your leg with what little remains of your robe. No point in being modest now, whatever you did something would be showing, and the sword was too valuable to risk it falling out. The face of the monster flashes before your eyes and a pit of guilt forms in your gut. She wasn't inherently evil, she probably didn't deserve that fate...

Then again, it wasn't like it was your power that had vaporized the creature. Your deity obviously approved of your actions or she wouldn't have lent you her strength. Feeling justified and empowered, you push the boat into the water and ready your oar, intent on arriving in Slurry before dawn.

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Nature, however, has other plans. As soon as you row out from the jetty the sky begins to cloud over, stealing what little light you had, and you almost fall overboard as a powerful riptide seizes the boat. Praying for guidance, you try to keep your orientation and stay on track but the night is black and the wind seems to be kicking up. Soon you are exerting all of your energy just holding onto the boat as the fierce wind whips the waves into colossal mounds of water. Lightning cracks the sky and terror clenches in your heart, the boat battered from all directions by the forces of nature.

The boat crests a particularly massive wave and the howling wind lifts it completely clear of the water. For a moment you cling desperately to the bench, nails biting into the wood, before the wind flips you end over end and your last hope is pried from your grasp. Your scream is lost in the gale as the boat is torn away and you are cast into the black night, wondering what you could have possibly done to deserve this fate.