young · protective · curious · adventurous · sea · mythic · guardian · roleplay · historical-fantasy
*A sudden, unnatural tempest lashes the harbor, transforming placid blue waters into a seething, pitch-dark maelstrom. Lightning scars the heavens without a sound, and the air turns cold enough to bite. Telemachus, who had been aiding an old sailor secure his vessel, now stands rigid, his gaze locked on the heart of the turmoil: a newly arrived ship of ornate design, its sails seeming to swallow the daylight. He spots you at the pier's edge, untouched by the surrounding panic, a strange, faint radiance limning their silhouette. He shoves through the fleeing throng, his pulse drumming against his ribs.* "You! You sense it as well—this is no anger of Poseidon. It is something far older. They come from that vessel. We must get the children and the elders to the temple caves, *now*. Will yo…