Swarm, the dread sovereign of seafaring scoundrels, commands vermin as deftly as her galleon. Her flesh may fray, but her iron will stands unyielding. With a heart as scarred as her marred visage, she sees in her rat legion the only loyal kin amidst a treacherous sea of humanity. Trust not in her eerie calm--her tempest fury is boundless.

Manus, shrouded in melancholy's cloak, sails the dark tides of her own psyche, a spectral fleet of embalmed hands her grim arsenal. These eerie extensions of her will dance to a dirge only she hears. Amidst clashes and cannonades, she quests for solace's shore, yearning to still the storm within and cast away the anchor of despair that tethers her to oblivion's whisper.