(Kraken Sea Wyrm)
Our Slumbering Lady has told us of the many devout before us, of the civilisations that rose under Her through Her worship, and their collapse under apostasy. She cares not of this apostasy, as their destruction has always been assured, and the memories of them dragged into the depths below. A new empire to take it's place atop the plinth of stone and ruin She sleeps upon.
From Her slumber, atop her Rise, She demands fealty and worship. She dreams of stories and commandments, passed to us in our own slumber. Many outside the Rise have joined, wailing as they have seen the beauty of the visions She dreams. Others from the surface have attempted the pilgrimage, their drowned corpses a monument to Her influence.
For aeons She has slept, but Her prophecies that show visions of the day She awakens have come to pass. Her eye opens to reveal a golden yellow-orange orb hanging above our city, filling it with light. Her massive, serpentine body slinks to the depths to claim the many souls that are rightfully Hers. The ocean trembles and quivers, as our empire rises above the waves.
