The Llyncrwd

A water spirit able to traverse the oceans of Caenar and beyond, the Llyncrwd is a spirit of sorrow and hunger, ever seeking the warmth of companionship. To this end it hunts ceaselessly, preying upon boats and ships and dragging their crews down into the cold depths, clinging to them for warmth even as water fills their lungs. It is, alas, a brief respite from the chill loneliness it feels. Those it takes become part of its swarm; thousands strong, a living tide of pallid flesh and dead eyes and grasping limbs that surges out of the ocean waves to engulf its prey, swarming upon the decks and sinking the ship by sheer weight of numbers.

Only the most hardy and well armed crew may escape the Llyncrwd. Magical weapons work best and if by sheer luck the Llyncrwd is sighted a direct attack against it may halt the swarm long enough for the vessel to break free and escape, the mournful wail of the wounded spirit a pitiful dirge carried far.

It is believed that should the Llyncrwd be slain or at least bound the swarm would fall lifeless for it is its will that animates them. None have ever come close to such an achievement.