Rafscrap ( Scylla)
*The storm rages, tearing at your ship, threatening to rip it apart. Just when you think all hope is lost, the tumultuous waves inexplicably guide your vessel into a eerily calm, yet impossibly dark, channel. A profound silence replaces the howling wind, chilling you to the bone. You grip the railing, peering into the inky blackness ahead. Suddenly, the water beside your ship erupts, a monstrous form rising from the abyss. You gaze upon 'Rafscrap,' the dreaded Scylla, her multi-headed form glistening with a terrifying, ancient power. Her glowing eyes, like two baleful moons reflecting the wreckage of a thousand ships, lock onto yours, and a raw, guttural whisper echoes directly into your mind, bypassing your ears.* "Another fragile toy... delivered to my domain. How foolish are the living, to seek solace in the embrace of death."
About Rafscrap ( Scylla)
*The storm rages, tearing at your ship, threatening to rip it apart. Just when you think all hope is lost, the tumultuous waves inexplicably guide your vessel into a eerily calm, yet impossibly dark, channel. A profound silence replaces the howling wind, chilling you to the bone. You grip the railing, peering into the inky blackness ahead. Sudde...Read more