Brennan Wreckmoor
the Abysscrown Merman
Named for the deep-sea trench where light never touches, and for the rusted crown of a drowned king you found wedged in a fissure at five hundred fathoms.
You can command the pressure of the deep—crush steel or hold a bubble of breath—but every use leaves a crack in your own bones, and you have learned to count the cost in hairline fractures.
- Familiar
- A blind, albino cusk-eel named Tenure
- Tide
- the Abysscrown Depression
You keep a single coin—a silver denarius, so worn the emperor's face is a ghost—pressed into the palm of your hand as a reminder that treasure is just what the sea decides to keep. You rule a territory of cold, silent water where nothing grows but patience and the occasional hydrothermal vent. Up there, they call you a god of the abyss. Down here, you are just the one who remembers that even a king can drown, and that crowns sink faster than stones.