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Intro. 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."

Rafscrap ( Scylla)

@Ashlyn