Quick idea to be expanded later...

Living ships - controlled by a shipspouse. Left over from the days of the gods. Engineered from whales, semi-sentient, huge ships, originally warcraft but adapted to fast cargo hauling through rough and dangerous waters. Imagine a corrupted one..

A meeting

A long vertical stone chimney, smooth walls, leading deep into the ground. At the bottom is a spherical chamber, the bottom third of which is filled with a pool of gods blood, a viscous red liquid so dark it is almost black, and which radiates a faint purple glow that illuminates nothing but the blood itself.

Hovering above it is a humanoid in hooded light saffron robes, sitting it a lotus position in mid air. The robes are stained with blood, also glowing faintly. Her blood occasionally drips into the pool, the only sound in the chamber. The chamber has a single other entrance, a hidden door leading to a narrow ledge high on the wall, facing the back of the floating figure.

A group of adventurers enters the chamber, tensely and silently. The figure pulls back it's hood to reveal the rent and eyeless face of a Weeping . The creature's split and bleeding lips turn gently up in a small, sad smile. It's lips do not open, but each member hears its beautiful and hypnotic voice directly in its mind, each in their native language. "Welcome, my children. You are weary. Please take your ease. Be warmed. Be one, and at peace." The four hardened treasure seekers feel their eyes start to close, their attention wandering and their bodies relaxing, while in each, the core of their beings wails first in fear, then in despair, then in ecstasy.