Aegir Brinereef
the Foamwarden Merman
Named for the ancient sea giant Aegir who brewed ale for the gods, and the sharp salt-reef where the brine meets the shore.
Power
Foamcraft — you can pull the sea-foam into shapes as hard as coral, shaping walls or weapons from the bubbles, but each shape costs a memory of the shore, and you have already forgotten the smell of pine trees.
- Familiar
- a seven-armed starfish named Regulus
- Tide
- the Foamwarden Crest
You will not bow. Not to the Tide-Kings, not to the storms, not even to the deep currents that shaped your bones. You have worn the crown of foam for three hundred years, and the cost is this: you remember the names of every drowned sailor who begged for mercy, but you have forgotten your mother's face.