The Witches of the Sea (Semi-Literate)

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Stand by the sea and you'll hear them singing. Stand too close and you'll find yourself drowning. Here come the sirens of the waters, the witches of the sea.They are rage personified, each whisper is a wave and each scream is a storm. They are destruction embodied, each soft breath is a whirlpool brewing, each yell a tsunami. They used to pull sailors from ships, and drown them in the depths of the ocean. They used to drag people down into caves and keep them prisoner in caverns containing air bubbles. They used to pick the flesh from the bones of children and laugh as they heard them sobbing. Considered to be so evil that they were spawned from hell itself, people stayed away from the beaches in fear.

"Hush now child, this is sanctuary, the witches cannot get in here."
"They killed my parents... My mother, my father--" A child sobbed in the darkness of the chapel, legs sore from running across sand and soaked grass. A storm raged overhead, the creation of witches.
The vicar gently lifted the seven year old up into his arms and ran his fingers through her tangled wet hair, "We shall pray for them then, and that whoever took them from this world will surely be punished." The vicar was a man with greying hair, he'd seen a lot of the sirens ever since he came to the chapel in 1761. It was now 1780 and this was the worst storm he'd ever set his wise eyes on and witnesses. And this was the first person he'd seen escape from the siren's grasp, he'd take the child east to London in the morning if the storm had cleared so the king would understand what was going on.
The child sobbed into the vicar's shoulder as she was carried and looked up at the roof as there was a crack of lightning over head, there were holes in the roof, letting a few drops of rain in here and there.
The vicar carried the child up to the front pews, and wrapped her in a blanket.
"We are damned..." The girl whispered softly, too quiet for the vicar to hear, watching as he hurried about looking for matches to light candles. He didn't notice the girl's teeth glinting in the darkness, pearly white fangs, he didn't notice her talons as they had been hidden by her dress. He didn't notice that sirens could shapeshift into something that vaguely represented a human until it was too late.

"For no one can stop us."

People think light houses were designed to show sailors where the rocks are when they are close to land, and though that is a useful feature of light houses, they were originally intended to ward off sirens. It was found by a girl named Anise Clarence that a bright light would scare away the witches, so every night her father went out to sea, she would stand by the waters edge with a light to guide him back safely. Miss Clarence knew that she was testing her limits however and after a few months of tricking the sirens they tricked her. A good wave of water was enough to douse the light of the girl's candle and it took no more than two witches to catch the girl's ankles and drag her kicking and screaming out into the depths. They were cruel sometimes like they were with Anise, and didn't pick her bones clean. Instead, they let her body float down the Thames river in the morning and enjoyed the gasps of horror.

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In England, in 1831, William IV known as the Sailor King made it his royal duty to remove each of the watery witches from their sanctuary of the sea and kill them. He raised a fleet of ships to set sail from Dover in the South of England, the plan was to sail around the base of England and land in Cornwall. The boat was grounded at Lands End and the sailors swore they heard angels singing to them.

The King tried once more, and in a secret attack, the English and the French joined forces and fought in the body of sea now known as the channel. The twenty one mile stretch between England and France was a mess of blood, destroyed ships and the floating carcasses of sirens. It was thought that there were only twelve sisters that were sirens, but as the King sailed in victory back to England, thousands more stayed beneath the waters, plotting revenge.

The sirens buried their dead as they usually did, by wrapping them in sheets that were once sails from great ships, and taking them to the depths of the ocean that humans call the twilight zone. They watched as King William and his men celebrated the deaths of their kin. The men taught the children how to fight, while the women began to concoct spells and potions that would help them in their fight against humanity.

True mermaid sightings over the years have started to rise, but consider this... Are you watching them, or are they watching us?

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Now it is summer, in 2013 and the sirens are ready. They plan on testing their plans on a small remote village in the West of England.

The sirens have a lot more than luck on their side, and the majority of modern day England refuses to believe in the supernatural any more... All apart from four friends who don't fit in. The group consists of two boys, two girls. If you wish for a spot, send me a pm.

1. Male, eighteen years old. He loves diving, surfing and is a generally happy person. He's not very mature, and loves to goof around and often puts salt in tea. 2. Female, nineteen years old. She's a photographer and obsessed with homework and getting everything done to a high standard - generally not that cheerful, and very mature.
3. Female, eighteen years old. She is the sister of 4 and is a tomboy. She tends to steal her brother's clothes, cuts her hair short, loves diving and surfing and anything to do with being in the water even if it's freezing.4. Male, nineteen years old. He is the brother of 3 and finds his little sister sweet. He doesn't mind the clothes stealing. He's a tearaway though, and has been caught once or twice for graffiti and trespassing in old buildings.

The group will have to be clever, perhaps steal nets from fishermen to catch sirens, perhaps write to newspapers... I will need imaginative people to join the roleplay, I don't want to come up with all the ideas myself.

[Isa.]

Male, nineteen years old. He is the brother of 3 and finds his little sister sweet. He doesn't mind the clothes stealing. He's a tearaway though, and has been caught once or twice for graffiti and trespassing in old buildings.

rebellious, curious, humorous, reckless, caring

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