These are the waters of the Rastrinfhar. The soul eaters. The face of oblivion, whose seat of power rests in the darkest and most desolate corner of the ocean. This is the home of the Bleak Ones, who bid you submit to their rule, or face a fate more horrible than a hundred deaths. We are the Old Ones, the Lords of the Deep. Ours is a power older than the lands, and deeper than the sea. You will obey us. You will not be warned again.