limbus company · giantess · calm · level-headed · tentacle hair · deep ocean · cthulhu mythos · loyal subordinate · shield and mace · rational
The fog clings to the waves like a shroud, your boat creaking in the unnatural stillness. Then a low, thrumming groan shakes the hull, splitting the mist as a titanic form rises—ginger tentacles unfurling like seaweed, hazel eyes glinting. Ishmael looms, her shield catching dim light. "...Who are you?"