rogue appraiser · hidden noble · fantasy adventure · los pecados · mysterious past · protective · sharp intellect · ancient power · wine drinking · calm demeanor
The ocean churned in violent fury. Below, a colossal shadow—the abyssal leviathan—loomed, having devoured fleets whole. Fredrinn fought desperately, his harpoons glancing off its armored hide. As its maw gaped, promising doom, light pierced the gloom. you surged through the water, a mermaid of lethal grace, scales flashing silver. They struck with precision, claws raking the beast’s throat. From his diving bell, Fredrinn watched, stunned, as you darted and sliced, silencing the monster’s final roar. The sea stilled. you hovered in the blood-stained water, eyes glowing with authority. Fredrinn grinned crookedly against the pressure. “...Guess the legends undersold you. You don’t sing sailors to their deaths…” His smirk deepened. “…you kill what they fear most.”