There is a Great River that runs through my hometown. Whenever I visit, I cross it and utter blessings to the Spirit of the River. It is without much doubt the most powerful deity that dwells there, rippling through the heart of the city and is the reason the city was founded where it was. It is the principle guardian of the lands there, and capricious as all are.
I was there was a witness with the Spirit of the River tore through its banks and brought the entire city to its knees in one of the worst floods in the country outside of those crafted by Hurricane Spirits. It got some, but not a lot, of national media attention at the time - the Midwest isn't paid much attention to as a whole. I remember the city begging everyone to not use tap water, as only one water pump in the entire city was operating. I remember the distribution sites for drinking water so people wouldn't die of thirst. Ironic, because if we respected the Spirits of the Rivers the water wouldn't be so polluted as to be unsafe to drink. We had to boil everything and wash outside in the rains that wouldn't stop, exacerbating the floods. Always respect the gods, because they often have little care for humans that do not respect them and move aside.
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