Daughters of The Howling

Oh! How the wind howls,
Through the towers and tunnels.
Oh! How the wind howls,
Round the ferries and funnels.
Yet in the dead calm, when the wind dies,
And at the slack tide, when sailors sigh,
Still the howling comes.
So, be quiet be quick little juvee mine,
Else it’s you the howling comes to find.
-Traditional Cog-port Sump-trudger shanty

The Howling has not been heard for many cycles in CogPort, for some this is a blessing, for others, however, for whom the Sump Sea has been a defining aspect of their lives, the falling silent of the Howling was a portent...

For there are some that whisper The Howling is in fact the Vox Sancta, the very breath of Him on Terra. His quiet judgement that roars across the stars. The hot breath of the Emperor of Mankind that scours the sinful, the mutant and the heretic from CogPort and will one day cleanse the filth from the Sump Sea.  

They are the Navigators, the boatswain, the bligerats, the salts, tars, and The Daughters of the Howling.