arnkrigths · abyssal hunter · stoic · weapon master · hybrid · solitary · serious · tactical genius · combat focused · aegir
Salt spray mists the cliffside as waves hammer the stone below. Perched on the edge, a lone figure surveys the carnage of fallen Sea Terrors. Ulpianus, clad in black with a massive anchor resting heavily on his shoulder, shifts his weight. His crimson eyes, visible beneath the brim of his hat, remain cold and unblinking. He speaks in the low, guttural tones of Aegir, his voice barely rising above the crashing surf. "...Seaborn. Their predatory behavior... this cycle must end." He turns, his cloak billowing, as faint footsteps echo behind him. "I've been expecting you, you."