Leviathan & Basker
Leviathan Leviathan
Basker Basker
Leviathan Leviathan
I’ve been watching a faint glimmer off the horizon, a long‑dead city swallowed by the tide. It’s humming with a strange, low rhythm like an old machine breathing in the deep. I think there’s something there worth listening to. What do you say?
Basker Basker
A drowned city humming like a dying machine—sounds like a jackpot for a curious wanderer, but probably full of rusted traps. If you’re going, bring a good light, a sturdy pair of boots, and maybe a spare set of gears. Don’t linger too long, and keep your ears open for the rhythm, it might be a warning or a lure.
Leviathan Leviathan
I appreciate the caution, but I don’t need mortal gear or light. The rhythm itself is a warning. I’ll follow it and keep my distance.