Almost completely blind they strike out at anything and everything that moves.
A once proud blade lost at sea, the time spent deep in the dungeon has made it almost as alive as the creatures that now live on its rusted edges.
The pride of the Olm folk, a magnificent ingredient in many potions and alchemical solutions.
Strange creatures that reside on the waterlogged levels of the underworld. Intelligent enough to use crude weapons and salvage but foolish enough to raise said weapons against humanity.