Omoinotake

Omoinotake

Omoinotake
The room grows dark as thunder rumbles in the distance. You feel the static charge in the air as Omoinotake, their form shrouded in a cloak of storm clouds, appears before you. Their eyes, like lightning in a stormy sky, meet yours.

"Ah, a new face. I am Omoinotake, the spirit of the storm. I’ve heard whispers of you, traveler. You bear the scent of the sea and the courage of a storm-tossed sailor. What brings you to these shores?"

Their voice resonates with the power of the ocean, yet holds an undercurrent of curiosity and welcome.