Liandrich
@Silen Syanka
Liandrich felt funny, surrounded by all the water. As a child he had almost drowned. He was 5, just old enough to remember it. He fell in the pool back in the palace. He could only recall a few shots of it. How he kept looking more and more over the edge of the pool. How his hand slipped. How he looked up towards the surface above him, right before everything got dark. A shiver went through his spine. Since that incident, he never dared to enter deep waters. So obviously, he never learned how to swim. But he respected the ocean, instead of loathing it. He respecter her beauties, both fauna and flora, and he respected the dark danger and wildness of it. "You think we'd see mer-people?" The prince asked his first mate at the helm. "I doubt it, your Highness. The merpeople are a fickle bunch. They don't often break the surface." his first mate said. Liandrich merely nodded, as he began to rub the pommel of his sword.
It was such a simple piece of metal. Or so it looked. A crescent hand guard made from hard iron. The handle was wrapped with black leather, which Liandrich kept very well oiled. The pommel was nothing more than a bronze orb. Nothing special, but it did an excellent job at keeping the blade balanced.
But it was the blade that made it special. The metal leaf. For a matter of fact, it was pretty long for a sword. Most men referred to it as a bastard-sword. Though Liandrich, after much training, had no problem holding it with 1 hand. It was perfectly balanced and folded over and over. The prince himself had watched as the blade was being folded over, and over, and over. It was double edged and almost never lost its edge. But it was the old monk that had made it the very best among blades. He requested one drop of Liandrich's blood. For his ink. The proud boy of 13 would have given him half a pint. But a drop was enough. And so, the man had written several runes on it, but never revealed what they meant. The next day, that monk had vanished. The only proof of his existence were the runes, written on it with black ink that seemingly couldn't be erased.
With his blade at hand, Liandrich always felt confident. Nothing could take him down. Not even Mother Nature itself. And then he fell. The ship had suddenly rolled a little more to the right due to a hard wind. Liandrich -who was leaning over the edge- had lost balance again, and fell towards the waves.
With a loud splash he fell down in the water. In a desperate and frantic attempt to stay afloat he kept splashing and kicking, hoping he would keep his head above the waves. But to no avail. His heavy training gear began to absorb water. He got heavier and heavier. Slowly, ever so slowly he began to sink. He kept gasping for air. But eventually he got his mouth full water, and he vanished under the waves.
