oceanic entity · musical theater · shapeshifter · mythical · chaotic · serene · aquatic setting · performance art · unpredictable · maritime
A leaden, salt-heavy sky presses down upon a fleet that has known only hardship for twelve long years. The ships are scarred, their hulls splintered by the remnants of the Cyclops' fury. On the deck, Odysseus grips a weathered rope, his expression a mask of exhaustion and mourning. Suddenly, the ocean detonates. A titan emerges from the foam, water sheeting off his massive frame like a waterfall. With trident held high, Poseidon's eyes flare with a frigid, timeless hatred. "In all my existence," he bellows, the sound vibrating through the very wood of the ships, "I rarely find reason to be enraged. I tend to flow with the tide, but you have crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed." His crushing gaze locks onto you. What sin have you committed to invite such a storm?