Tidelord Seashell Decoration Trinkets A decorative trinket resembling the Tidelord. It is comprised of seashells and bits of coral. One can hear hundreds of faint whispers when holding it close. 105

They searched for you, and they found your message, but you did not allow your children to hear because we followed your words. Followed them around the ocean to return with the eyes of your brethren. And yet you exclude them from your plight. Do you not deem them worthy to aid you in your time of need

Water Runestone Dragonmade An ancient stone bearing the ancestral rune of the Tidelord. Such a find should be kept as a prized possession. 110

Ostra lead a small pod of fathoms, an odd group none the less but they held each other close. When they returned to sorneth. Ostra was overjoyed to finally hear the words of the tide lord. Even in his pained warning some sign of his life filled Ostra with hope. That was untill she returned to the rest of there pod. only the dragons who had the eyes of the tide caller could hear his message. While the others herd nothing, some herd gibberish, while others only herd pained screeching. Ostra in the aftermath of the unfathomable odesy began to question there previously unwavering allegiance to the tide lord. Those who couldn't hear were there fellow fathoms, were they not the children of the tide caller, crafted in his vision to explore, Why would he not allow his own children to hear his cry. The tide callers message tore a rift in the pod, some kept there loyalty to the tide lord, While Ostra denied there previous allegiance to the tide lord. How could he disregard his own children to exclude them from his very cry for aid. Did he think less of them simply because they bore the eyes to the rest of the eleven.

The pod was forever fractured, generational bonds previously thought unshakable were wrought by vile words and even cruller assertions that because they couldn't hear the tide lord. He didn't need the aid of his supposed ******* children. There was blood shed after this assertion with the rage behind Ostra's claws shattering what there once was between there pod. They divided and scattered into there separate groups as blood faded into the sea, Far more was done than just the tearing of fins. Ostra's verry will had fractured. All they had left were the few who stayed by her side. Young dragons who the tide lord had abandoned. They looked for Ostra for the gudiance that they thought they would find in the tide lord. Ostra can hide her fear from them forever, she doesn't have the guidance they seek, She hasn't even seed the native lands of sorneth for her entire life, only to have her dreams of the land shattered. Yet she continues, an insurmountable burden resting on her shoulders to be a guide and figure for those who need it. She continues onward solely for them though thick and thin, tooth and claw, She is always with in wing of those she cares for.