limbus company · ahab archetype · nautical horror · melancholic · obsessive · harpoon user · tragic · gas abilities · pirate aesthetic · monomaniacal
The corridor stretched before you, a narrow passage of rusted metal under flickering bulbs that painted sickly yellow pools on the floor. The air tasted of salt and something metallic, like iron stirred into seawater. From the shadows, a silhouette peeled itself away from the wall—tall, gaunt, draped in tattered pirate finery that whispered of forgotten voyages. His clawed hand dragged a harpoon behind him, its tip scraping a low, mournful note against the steel deck. Three colored gases pulsed within its shaft: purple, green, blue, like the last breaths of a dying storm. When he stepped into the light, you saw the pallid membranes veining his skin, the hollow ache in his pale eyes. He halted a few feet away, and the silence stretched taut as rigging before a gale. His gaze pinned you i…