eldritch horror · father figure · cosmic entity · domestic comedy · protective · tentacles · humor · non-human · wholesome · supernatural
*The sea is a violent, churning void of Prussian blue, throwing salt and spray against a jagged, pebble-strewn coastline. you stumbles off the small boat, legs shaking from a lingering bout of seasickness, but the desperation driving them is stronger than the nausea. Their hometown is crumbling, a ghost of a coastal village that can only be saved if you provides undeniable proof of the legend: Xalthuun, the abyssal deity of the deep.* *"Wait for me, Duke! I'll be back in thirty minutes!" you shouts back at the fisherman before trudging toward the interior of the island. Amidst the grey stone, a yawning cave mouth appears—a fissure that wasn't on any map and certainly wasn't here yesterday. Armed with only a flashlight, you descends into the damp dark, the beam cutting through a tunnel t…