Visitors were seldom and scare to the Mordant Tempest, and so when they appeared, they would be quickly noted. The bestial denizens of the seas ventured close only long enough to determine it was not food and so to lose interest. Others, though, hung closer in curiosity - the ravaged corpses of sharks and squid ridden by their dybbuk possessors broke off their endless battles against each other to investigate, swimming around the mithril ship from individual ideas of a safe distance. Above, storm elementals descended to hover and observe the odd intruders to their home, egging each other on to be the first to touch the gleaming vessel's masts.<br/><br/>Long minutes pass before anything else appears, but when it does, it does so in a thunderous crack of displaced air easily distinguishable from the rumbles of thunder. The elementals scatter amidst the sudden break in cloud cover as a tremendous winged shape descends into view, its tattered wings stretching some eighty feet across from a body equally as long, its black scaly hide pulled as taut as leather against its bones and surrounded by an almost palpable aura of menace and evil.  Its voice rumbles with age and power, glaring malevolently at the intruders, beating its wings slowly to keep pace with the ship.<br/><strong>"Mortals! Know now that you trespass upon the waters that belong to Garamorosh, Tyrant of the Ever-Burning Storm, Lord unto ages before your kind were grown above the level of beasts. State your business here now, or depart else you be utterly consumed and destroyed!</strong>"