As promised, I have set the tides of life crashing over the land. The misty spume will settle over the land gradually for the next few months. (Actually, about a month and a half.) During that time, all who enter the land will be protected from the
losses associated with dying.
You may face the angel of death, but he will be denied his full due. Use this blessing well and wisely for it will not come often, if ever again.
Proteus, god of the sea
Written by my hand on the 5th of Midwinter, in the year 1011.