Morgawr

We're Lost

• A terror from the depths, the beast was absolutely massive. The dragon stood a full seventeen foot at the shoulder alone. Standing straight, head raised, the top of his skull would be close to twenty eight foot, and that did not take into account the three thick and powerful tentacles on the top of his head, nor the crown of sharp horns. Each tentacle was scaled, muscular like the bodies of giant constrictors, and tipped with biolumiecent orbs. He was a murky olive tone, highlighted in gold. Powerful wings were all but useless for flight, but could propell the behemoth through the water just as fast as his airborne cousins moved through the air. With jaws and claws that could rip into a ship's hull, and command over the very ocean currents he lurked in, the Leviathan was formidable and dangerous beast of legend.

  
  
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  He was an old sea dog, rugged and weathered by time and the salt laden waters he so loved. A full six and a half foot tall, age had clearly not brought infirmity. Despite grey hair and beard, and creases and wrinkles he was broad of build, straight backed and as sturdy as an ironwood post. The man was strong as an ox, muscled but without an excess of bulk and chiseling, the muscle of a lifetime of hard work. His hair was a wild mane cascading down over his shoulders and back. He smelled of the sea, the salt-scent infused into his very being. He wore simple clothing, shirts and vests of faded brown, black or cream, and sturdy breeches and boots. The only jewelry he wore was a large bronze pendant, that combined an anchor and a ship's wheel. Despite it's mundane appearance, the object hummed with a mysterious and potent energy.

  
  
  
  
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