As it fights, its webbed hand will emerge from the water in order to pummel and pull its helpless victims under the tide, where they would be drowned by the briny ocean. However the creature seems to have no interest in consuming its victims instead, the creature will opt to barrage the heroes with sprays of pressurized, parasite ridden waters and clouds of dense mist. It may never be known just how complex, or how primordial, its mind truly is.Īt first glance, the Leviathan would seem capable of biting the heroes clean in half without much effort. As its home is shrouded in mystery, so too is the nature of The Leviathan and its true goals and plans for those who have sought its help and received its blessing. Curiously, their putrid and rotting excuse for a church is decorated abundantly with tuning forks whether they exist as part of some occult ritual or as wards to keep the aquatic monster at bay is unclear. Praised and worshipped as a savior and a god, the Leviathan sits at the end of the Sacred Pier cobbled together by its new followers, built from whatever remnant of timber and rope could be salvaged from the inundated remains of their former homes. That did not matter to the desperate Fisherfolk, who saw this Leviathan's appearance as a chance to yet save themselves from the cruel, unrelenting waves of the ever-growing ocean.
It is unsure if this beast of unknowable size and strength was lured here by the half-sunken pillars of supposed ritual, or if those were heaved from beneath the abyssal darkness by the will of the creature. When the coastal villages were engulfed by the waters and the enigmatic monoliths of dark carved stone surfaced from deep beneath the ocean's floor, there was one more entity of note that would find its way to the now sodden shores of the Shroud.
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