Morvren

Summary

Morvren

Merfolk

Appearance

The Morvren appear famished, aquatic humanoids with slate blue, scale skinned bodies that glimmer like wet stone. Their shiny, black, large eyes resemble deep-sea dwellers, and their knotted locks flow like seaweed. Finned ears and brow ridges give them a predatory and old look. They typically wear cloaks of fish skin or barnacle covered armor

Abilities & Behaviors

Morven are stronger and faster underwater and unlike the merfolk can also deep dive to the bottom of the ocean where they hail from, on land however these sea-cursed merfolk tends to be slow. Their skin dries and cracks as their energy depletes fast. Those that spot a Morvren, must resist a fear or unease effect (roleplay)

Biology

Average lifespan (Max Lifespan)

55 years (110 years)

Maturity age

17 years and a successful hunt

Height and weight ranges

1.30 -1.75 (4'2 -5'9)

Culture & Beliefs

Due to the curse placed on this race they are now the scavengers of the sea, cleaning the waters and hunting those that pollute it as once they did, unlike their original race the merfolk they are more aggressive but only to those who are treating the ocean without respect

Origin & History

“The gods turned their faces from the shore, and the sea took what the sky would not.”

Long ago, when men feared the oceans deep there was a great coastal kingdom of merfolk. It stretched along jagged shores and ruled the waves as they were isolated from the other races that roamed.

But the kingdom grew greedy. It choked the rivers with iron and carved deep into salt-stained cliffs, unearthing ancient things better left buried. some groups of merfolk warned of strange sounds in the tide as they did not listen thus creating a rift between the merfolk as some stayed while most went from the kingdom to get away from that what they feared. One day the priests found their relics weeping brine. Still, the kings kept digging at the salt and kept polluting the ocean.

Then came the Black Tide.

On a night with no moon, the sea rose not with waves, but with hunger. A wall of dark water swallowed the coast. Towers vanished in silence. ships found capsized, their crews gone but their sails still furled. No storm. No wind. Just the sea, reaching out.

But not all were taken.

Some were cast back ashore days later, naked, pale, and wrong. They no longer were normal merfolk. Their eyes were pitch black. Their scales cracking and drying out of the water, these were the first Morvren.

The surface folk called them cursed. Salt-faced. Drownlings. And so the Morvren retreated to the flooded ruins, the places too wet and wild for man.

There, they wait. They listen. For the sea does not forget, and it always takes back what was spared.

Once graceful merfolk of the sea, the Morvren now haunt its darkest trenches. Twisted by a curse born of the greed of their king their scales turned bleak and dark , their eyes widened for the black depths.

Shunned by the sunlit shallows, the Morvren drift through kelp forests and ship graveyards, driven by a compulsive instinct: to collect what does not belong to the sea. Rusted anchors, bones of the drowned, shattered masts.

Some say they seek redemption. Others whisper they are rebuilding something beneath the waves

And when storms rise and ships vanish without a trace, sailors speak of the Morvren, watching from the surf with unblinking eyes

Not all of them are hostile. But none of them are what they once were