It is an ocean without a surface. It is domain of current and wave. It is a bottomless depth.
Played | 36 times |
Cloned | 9 times |
Created | 286 days ago |
Last Updated | 82 days ago |
Visibility | Public |

Coordinates | (-3000, -4991) |
This gang isn't under the control of House Elsinore; Chief Malefon is too caught up in his private world to notice the struggles of his own people. The angry young mermen (for there are no mermaids among them), tired of waiting for Malefon to address their needs, have taken matters into their own hands by organizing the Bloody Fist. They survive by plundering caravans traveling to the City of Glass, especially those hired by races traditionally regarded as enemies. Through contacts with other disgruntled merfolk still in the city, they learn of trading expeditions from all across the plane, allowing them to make unpredictable at- tacks in any number of locations. Recognizing the pattern of the caravan raids would require far more coordination than the city's squabbling merchant houses can muster. So each suffers in silence, unaware that it shares a common bond in victimhood.