Capszura

The Bloody Beach, Mistress of Misery, the Driftwood B!7@#

### Portfolio

the tides, undertow, tidal debris, beached sea creatures, amphibious warfare, riots, cardiopulmonary resuscitation

### Subdomains

Blood, Demodand, Flotsam, Resurrection, Riot, Tactics

### Favored Weapon

Improvised weapons

**Symbol:** A piece of driftwood

**Sacred Animal:** If it's dying on a beach somewhere, it's sacred.

**Sacred Colors:** aqua blue, sea green, driftwood brown, and/or any of these stained with blood

"Do not fear the water. Fear the women who believe the tide is too gentle."

The only good thing that can be said about the worship of Capszura is
 that it generally can only be found within a handful of miles of the
seacoast. Unfortunately, that can also be said of major cities, ports,
significant natural resources, and locations of intrinsic and strategic
value.

The clergy of the Driftwood B!7@# are almost exclusively female; her
few male priests are usually shipwrecked sailors who come ashore on a
stretch of beach home to a Salt Mistress (though unconfirmed, it is
generally held by those who take the time to study such things --
Capszura's faithful cannot be bothered with it -- that the statistical
likelihood of a male Capszuran cleric genuinely converting another male
to the faith is as remote as Asmodeus renouncing his deity and
petitioning for citizenship in Heaven, +/- .0002%). Her rites of
conversion typically involve violent drownings, resuscitation, and
incited screaming combat against whomever happens to be nearby, and in
no particular order. This *has* led to a number of persons being
regarded as converts to the faith by her priesthood, but the convictions
 of the individual may lie in other ideals; it also often results in
untimely death for would-be “converts” just because there are too many
to revive quickly.

Followers of the Bloody Beach have gained their bad reputation
through two primary avenues. First, their morbid fascination with
beached sea animals leads them to periods of ecstatic prayer and
“communion”, which then turn into bloodbaths once good-intentioned
conservationists arrive to “assist” – the interruption of such
sanctified events is all the excuse that is needed (if any) to prompt
the shedding of blood, and then the drowning(s), and the
resuscitation(s), . . . . And, second, their propensity to crave
attention from others (and there is no consistently-occurring
motivation; it could be **any** “reason”) while simultaneously
rejecting any sort of attention in the most aggressive of manners – and
the more people a Salt Mistress can stir up to violence, the better.
The only predictable element in interactions with Capszura’s disciples
is that they will seek any excuse to drag as many people as possible
into bloody conflict.

Capszura is called the Mistress of Misery by her detractors as a
result of her reputation, rather than the belief that she is melancholy.
 On the contrary, she is perhaps one of the most cheerful deities
known, but that cheer usually involves having a bloodied weapon in her
hand. And that weapon happens to be whatever object a follower finds on
 the shore – a ship timber, a broken oar, a message-in-a-bottle, or
sometimes even one of the creatures over which she is found praying.
The eerie efficacy with which these weapons are wielded has led to
Capszura gaining amphibious warfare as part of her portfolio, more by
default than by effort. Soldiers in the act of making an offensive
landing are often heard uttering a prayer to the Bloody Beach; it is
generally understood that this prayer is meant to appease her so the
warrior will survive the battle to come, rather than a sign of
dedication to the crazed sea goddess.

If you ever see a lone figure standing over a beached whale, you’re better off getting out of line of sight – *quickly*.