Totalia

Totalia looks up, her purple eyes glowing malignantly in the full moon. "Perfect..." The Witch muttered as she got on a simple boat, going by air would be suicide in this storm, even for a caster such as Totalia. And with a push of a simple oar she set off, soon the land behind her disappeared into mists... and Totalia was alone with nothing but the rain and the sounds of the ocean to keep her company. A blessing in disguise to allow her the time to think about what she was doing...