Deep One Ambush
CombatDeep One Ambush
The conversation is violently cut short as a pair of waterlogged floorboards explode upward in a shower of splinters and foul water. Two deep one hybrid cultists, clad in oilskin slickers that fail to hide their glistening blue scales and webbed claws, lunge into the taproom. They hiss a wet, gurgling curse in Aklo, their unblinking eyes locked onto the heroes.