cryx KRAKEN

The dock's were quiet, peaceful this chill night, the winter guardsman shivering in his boot's and shift's the coat up to hide his weathered old face. blasted night's were getting colder, he think's to himself as he hunker's down around some barrel's. as he goes to light his pipe water splatter's his frame, and a errie noise could now be heard through the wind. The guard slowly turn's all he had was the rocket in hand as the glow is now noted. He look's intot he eye's of something unholy, a creature of metal now crawling from the sea, long tendril's from it's frame and with horror, the gun on it's chest was now glowing brighter as the winter guardsman attempt's to present the rocket to fire in vain.