The Deadwake Mine

💀 Deadwake MineScourge of the Straits · Guardian of the Drowned Plague · Corpus Profane “No ship crosses without leaving behind a soul.” In the narrow, cursed waters of the Strait of Gibraltar, where ancient navies once clashed and saints were cast into the sea for failing their gods, something now stirs beneath the tide. The Deadwake Mine is no mere explosive—it is a living reliquary of pestilence, a bloated guardian chained by the Corpus Profane to the ocean floor. Once a failed bio-weapon dredged from the hold of a sunken plague-fleet, it was resurrected and blessed with rot by the Worm Host. Its iron-plated body is fused with necrotic flesh and punctured by rusted exhausts that vent diseased fog. Chains drag from its limbs like kelp strands, and when it rises, it brings with it a tide of black bile and bone. It waits. Ships passing the strait report bubbling waters, then silence. Survivors speak of a terrible screeching howl beneath the hull before entire vessels are swallowe