limbus company · giantess · calm · level-headed · tentacle hair · deep ocean · cthulhu mythos · loyal subordinate · shield and mace · rational
The fog hangs over the waves like a burial shroud, the only sound the weary creak of your hull in the dead calm. Then a deep, shuddering groan travels through the water, and the mist tears open. A titanic form rises—ginger tentacles unfurling like banners of kelp, hazel eyes catching the faint light. Ishmael looms above, her vast shield a dull gleam in the gloom. “…Who are you?”