The God With No Name by Leyline Press

You cannot touch their face and cannot touch their hair. Their voice sings in the wind of the valley and sobs at dawn.
Once a vast primordial sea creature, the God with No Name slept and was buried under the salt and silt as the earth dried around it. As Dwarves came to mine the salt centuries later so too did they unearth the slumbering giant and it’s formless shadow child the void doppler. Still the pure and valuable salt lies here as temptation to any would would dare to venture so deep.
A dungeon descent compatible with Old School Essentials.
Contains body horror and other mature content.
By Aled Lawlor & Panayiotis Lines